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Your
Son
To make a little boy,
stardust was sprinkled;
it settled in a twinkle in
his eye.
The music of the waves
became his laughter.
His lips were curved to hold
the question: Why?
Sinew was used to knit his
frame together so his
strength
could give and take the stresses of life.
The storms of time would
bend but never break him-
He'd grow up strong and
unafraid to live.
He was given a smile like a
sunrise to welcome each
day with
eager joy.
This child was made strong
and beautiful so all could
see
that
he
was
indeed
a
special
gift.
 
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