Where I come from

Ode To Dawson

  The anticipation that I have
to come home every Monday.
Lighting up the room when you see your dad
makes me want you to stay.

  Counting from one to twenty,
how did you become so smart?
Skipping the number eighteen,
singing and dancing to baby shark.

  My little bimbo that never gets in trouble,
laughing when you "chase wild women."
Saying "uh oh" when you stumble,
Oh the days you are livin'.

  Going to your bed
"good night aunt Cici."
Laying down head,
it's time to go to sleepy.

  Beautiful blue eyes
hiding behind closed lids.
I will always be by your side,
remembering when I was a kid.

  I love you to the moon and back,
kissing your chubby cheeks.
Oh I love how you act,
can't wait to see you next week.