last star
Perhaps there is one shinning light,
one star left in the depth’s of night,
someone to whom my all I’ll give,
who give me pause, a chance to live.
I dedicate my life to him,
his love, though flowing to the brim,
is his to give as is his need,
and though I feel no lack indeed,
there yet may come a fateful day,
when he will up and walk away,
but ill be ever ready, at his side to run.
How could I not?
He is my son.
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