February 15, 2011
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he doesn’t have my eyes
he doesn’t have my chin
my lips
or my facehe doesn’t have my arms
my legs
or even my thick italian handsbut he laughs just like me
he smiles
the same way i dohe listens
moves
and jumps with excitement
just like meand even though
he was born
somewhere else
to someone elsehe still fits perfectly
in my arms
in my life
and in my worldhe’ll never have
my hair
my feet
or even my earsbut he will always have
the one true thing
that ever really matteredhe will have
my heart.
Comments (17)
Beautiful.
Heartfelt and beautiful. Well done sir.
And that is, after all, the most important thing of all. This was beautiful Thomas.
It takes more than planting a seed to become a farmer. The one who nurtures the garden is the farmer. The one who loves and guides the child, who comforts and cares for the child is the Father, even if he didn’t plant the seed.
Bless you and the child.
awww.
Fortunate child.
Oh my isn’t this just beautiful! This brought tears to my eyes! THANK YOU!
This touches a soft spot in me.
It’s beautiful.
that is so beautiful. <3
Aw!
I love this! Almost made me cry.
I know you will save this poem for him and I expect he will inspire many more. Nice one, Papa.
this made me cry…
And that is all that matters.
Wonderful, Thomas.
He is beautiful just like you.
<3 Fab.
This sounds like a lament. Is he not in your life anymore? This is both beautiful and sad to me.
You should print this out and save it for him.