My son’s first love:

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I saw it all through his eyes,

How he waited for her,

Nervously, holding his breath,

His first love,

The one who would capture his heart,

How he thought he was “better off dead,”

Than twiddling his thumbs in the shadowlands,

“She will come, my son,

With your name on her heart, my child,

But rest for now, my love,

And let me mother you while we wait for her to beckon…”



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