Oh my oh my
My how little of a dude you are
But no worries
Little compadre
Oh how you'll grow
Based on the viking stature
Of your brilliant father
My how squinty you've been delivered
But I'm fairly confident
You might even get yourself the sweetest smile
Given the mother come before you
My how much you can't grasp
But this I promise you, little Miles
We will travel far together
Through the sweet things in life
And uncountable trials
Me and this host
We've got your back Declan
Whether we're right on path
Or far away from the game plan
Oh my oh my
My little man
Our Miles Declan
8/20/13
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Typed Word Series
PoetryWords connect all of us. Through laughter, memories, or ridiculous melancholy, we are what we say and what we write. TWS differs from WWS in form only. These are poems longer than 7 lines, allowing a little more freedom in exploring themes and more...
