little angel
fast asleep
dreaming of stories
to tell and keep
tired from teeth
that won't tear through
hurting but happy
all the same
my sweet, sweet
boy of only 2
there's nothing in the world
i wouldn't do
to block the pain
to keep you happy
to make you smile
to hold you close
for a while
the peace of your breath
helps me live
your small hands
turning books
your funny looks
soon, you'll startle
shocked and mad
yelling "pick up dad"
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