Dearest baby boy
What shall we call you?
What will you be?
Who shall you resemble?
It remains to be seen
I have not yet met you,
Yet a few things I know
You will be loved
And cherished besides
A desired member of our tribe
The world that you enter
Is much less than perfect
(Not the one I would choose)
But we are here, and soon you too
To share this existence as best we can
For a time- just a small time
You will be safe- cradled by my side
I’ll teach you and love you
And ready you to fly
Strong and straight away
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