Your growth is marked each day
With a picture worth a thousand words.
A thousand words I may not have,
But a thousand pictures I will share
Of a boy who lives in Texas,
A place where the wind blows dry
And the cowboys once roamed.
He is a boy loved beyond measure,
Born in a magical time of unlimited treasure.
Reading books and mother milk are life’s pleasures,
Same as picking sticks and running wild in all kinds of
weather.
His smiles smooth the wrinkles of my face,
Seeing him warms my heart and lights up my day.
I can’t wait till I fly there in May,
When he can run away but he won’t escape my embrace.
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