You entered this world, little boy,
Bringing smiles and much joy.
The long wait has ended, the thrilled
People had seen their wish fulfilled.
Young as you are, you’re given a test,
When you ought to drink milk and rest.
This early, you’ve a puzzle in your hands,
Greater than what your strength demands.
Of course, I ask the question why too.
I’m unsure how this test will turn for you.
But I do know that you could teach me
A lesson or two. Or even three.
Help me to see you, and to look beyond,
To write of you as I did with a child
beforehand.
Let me bond with you through the distance,
I pray you, young lad, give me that chance.
Let words flow when I see your face,
Let me write with the same passion and
grace.
Let my adjectives be positive, never to be
comparative.
Be one of my Muses, as long as this talent
shall live.
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