Here is a poem I wrote about my baby boy. I hope you enjoy!
I don't care, you can stare
At the cheerios in my hair
Left there by my son Logan
So go ahead and glare
I probably smell like baby poop
I can taste yesterday's pear
And the sound of a baby's cry is always in the air
But with words unspoken
I feel like I have a token
To the love of a son that can never be broken
To Logan,
Love: Mommy
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