Z on Ten: A Poem for My Son
You’ve been sound from the start
Thumps against my belly
Squeals to tell me you’re hungry
Giggling at your own jokes
You are sound and grounded
When you need a hug, you ask for one
When you are sorry, you apologize
When you create, your satisfaction is your prize
May you be more yourself each day
Enjoy the sound of your confidence
Explore the truth of your art
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