My Son

The amazing feeling his presence brings,
Allows me to make out how much I care.
I never felt these immense feelings,
I can't elucidate life lacking him there.

The time we spend is so full of heaven,
From playing with trucks to big red balloons.
I do not recall one dull instant,
Not even our regular nap at noon.

I wish for a change he could come back with me,
And return to the place where he belongs.
But it seems my thoughts are a bit crazy,
Because everyone things I am wrong.

I've learned the hardest part about being a dad,
To see your baby's tears when he is hurt.
You stand him upright and shed tears yourself,
Then carefully your there to brush off the dirt.

As days go by I see myself thinking,
How big he's getting and how fast he's growing,.
I can't believe the alter in my life,
My love for him I am always showing.