Smile at me.
A sight to see.
A little boy.
But such a joy.
Play all day.
Your own sweet way.
Open arms.
Childlike charms.
A hug for me.
Smiling sight to see.
12-23-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: my son ❤
He's like the lightning in the sky each time I feel it near. The beauty of its pretty color sinks beneath my fear.
Smile at me.
A sight to see.
A little boy.
But such a joy.
Play all day.
Your own sweet way.
Open arms.
Childlike charms.
A hug for me.
Smiling sight to see.
12-23-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: my son ❤