Trust

Fatherhood, who knew I could.

Anew with breath.

Tiny hands trusting that I can.

He, my son, a ball of fun.

Each minute I wish was infinite.

Reaching for daddy, always teaching.

His life, my heart and soul.

Ounces of love, pure like a dove.

One son, one dad. Much love to be had.

Dad he will say, I will be there each day.

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