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Legacy
Bombarded with soft projectiles upon entering the house, Tears over who gets first dibs, barely mollified by promises to leave and return, All for “first hug” priviledges I watch as my Boy talks to a piece of cheese, hanging it up with a beep The Girls fighting over who gets to talk, again Stop interrupting…
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My Boy
My little mouse, Sleek and quick, Full of mischief, Twinkling soul Soft curls, Bright blue eyes You make me smile, Such easy laughter Grit and fire, Energy and industry Snuggles at night Heart of gold Hold on tight, Before he grows Mommy’s little boy, Forever in love