Innocence of newborn babe,
-sixteen revolutions old
naivety and curly locks
lost in youthful age
But still remains that half-cocked smile
which speaks to me
of toddler days
and all mischievous ways.
In memories scent,
I smell again
the sweetness of your cherub’s grin
and hear refrains of days long spent…in joy
Sixteen years of summer’s sun
are locked within your eyes;
and dear to me are each of these,
because they make you mine.
I’m proud of what my boy’s become
-the young man I now see
who wears upon his manly face
that half-cocked grin for me.
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