Donkey Kong and Son
(Funny how this and last week’s poem are right next to each other in my folder. Guess there could be some hope, but we have to work on it. Clearly, I wrote this a long time ago when he was only 2 years old.)
He is the smiling face
That greets me
Every morning
He is the laughter
I hear down the hall
Before he comes in view
He is the gentle growling
As he wrestles
With his favorite toy
He is the stomping feet
Pounding kitchen floor
Being denied a snack
He is the helpful hands
That put clean clothes away
By hurling them to floor
He is the patter of feet
Upon the dirt and grass
As he tries to throw a ball
He is the open mouth
Waiting patiently
To be fed from my plate
He is the sleeping form
That I check on every night
Before I fall asleep
He is the curious sidekick
Who has crawled upon my lap
As I write these words
He is my son
Who arrived two years ago
And has become my life
Legends of Windemere 
Beautiful tribute to your son.
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Thanks.
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Beautiful , they are amazing
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Thanks.
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How wonderful, Charles. Save this for him – he will treasure it when he is older.
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Definitely.
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That’s such a sweet one.
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Thanks.
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Charles, this is wonderful. You need to save this and read it to him when he’s all grown.
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Thanks. It’s saved on a thumb drive along with all my poems.
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Nice!
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