To my son I reminisce

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 It all started so sweet

Through small and meek

with a great wail you were introduced to me

and toe curling pain is what they say you bring

Through I was put to sleep 

As i woke a precious baby for all to see

a wonderful mixture of his father and me 



For today seventeen years ago you were birth to me.

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