Trouble

Round and full is your face

Life flows all around it

So pretty, so brown, so perfect

Eyes so deep with love

I get lost in them each and every time

One little dimple on the left cheek

Guess you didn't need two

You are perfect

Your smile breaks the most frigid of days

Your laughter fuels my soul

Mother you call me

Preserver of my strength is what I call you

Trouble is how your dad colors you

But he says it with your smile

So proud

So blessed

We are yours and you are ours

Beautiful is all of the gifts that make you

Our Son
Our little boy

-sj