Of my own flesh and marrow.
Gaze, dazed. Acknowledged, am. The curious case of bottom up process. And I am melt inside, fudged. Can this be true, this tiny vitality screening in front of me. The one I desire to caress, bless. How can I even physically demonstrate, the excess of what roams deep within? But the tears have spoken, first. Eyes closed, reflected. I changed, needed. A better being pulled out of sleeve, free. Where have I even been all this time?

Draw near, my dear.
Baby step, mucho prep.
Breakdancing heart, blues in the hall.
I shout pride, watchin you crawl.
Though struggles been foreseen.
My love remains green.

You so bright.
What a sight.
True worth
Your birth.
Tiny vine
Forever mine.

Privileged much, how I feel.
Specially yours, so surreal.
Hands down, heads-up, I will fail.
Rightfully so, resent me fo.

But be gracious.
For bond, too precious.
From the outset, we together.
Toiling hard, til white feather.

Reap what sow, seeds what grow.
Wake me up when remember extends.

Love, pops.