Parker (A Sonnet Sunday on Monday)

Our dear little baby is our second chance at hope

His laughter helps heal the wounds that we once had to cope

The smiles he shares can even melt the coldest heart

His beautiful eyes showed that he loved us from the start

Cute is the word when he dances on his tippy toes

Even more so when together we rub nose to nose

During the wintertime, his fingers will be gloved

The warm feeling of our will let him know he is loved

We will be there for our little guy, no matter what

For whatever happens to him, our hearts will not shut

Our love for him will shine even when times are darker

Even when he’s older, he’ll be our baby Parker

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