A little piece of me
laying in my arms at night,
dreaming away after a long day’s play.

A little piece of history
as I look how innocent as I used to be.
An uncorrupted soul,
not damaged by the reality of the world.
Just peace.
Just love.
A little bit of everything.
A miracle.
Like looking in a mirror
of 30 years into the past.
A bundle of joy full of reasons
to make me a better man.
Someone you can be proud of
as I will always be of you.
Someone to lead you not into the path I took,
but the path to the right way.
Someone to protect you from all things
bad for as long as I can.

Sleep tight little guy.
Even if you are dreaming of
Batman or Spiderman,
I want to be your hero.

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