Dark eyes to drown in,
sweet new face, with tiny features.
This little creature who came from me.
Trembly, open wide to the new,
squinting at the brightness of it all.
Sweet son of my heart,
first in birth,
thirsty for words, for action, for movement.
You climbed and ran;
you spun in endless circles,
spiraling delight, laughter, exuberance.
You create worlds in images,
imagine impossibilities into being.
You love what is,
and forgive what is not.
Glowing from before your first breath,
with mirth and precocity.
You trickster,
vast as the sea,
and as beautiful.
An Unexpected Life 
gorgeous…love it!!! huraayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy for Albert
On Mon, Aug 24, 2020 at 8:56 AM An Unexpected Life wrote:
> janetlandis posted: ” Dark eyes to drown in, sweet new face, with tiny > features. This little creature who came from me. Trembly, open wide to the > new, squinting at the brightness of it all. Sweet son of my heart, first in > birth, thirsty for words, for act” >
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I love this poem description of Al! Makes me smile. Mom L.
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How wonderful to remember back to that bright shiny died little boy who had so much energy and made us laugh!! Thank you!!!
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Shines eyed!!!
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