The Son I Love The Son I love is only but a child With dreams. I lay him down to close his day. So silent sleeping visions pure and mild His mind is free not awake but at bay Still in his humble bed upon the ground. Dawn shines in; his eyes begin to open With memories of ideas not unknown To sleeping children's eyes but to old men. Shall he ever forget them as he grows Into a world of dreamless aimless din? The Son I love plant these seeds very deep The happiest time you will ever know. Pray memories purest thoughts are rooted then When visions are uprooted by men's sleep.
Reason for writing:
This Sonnet is for my five year old son, Daniel.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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