Daddy's Baby Boy
On the morn of Jan. 6th, 2008, at precisely 11.03
my son and his wife were blessed with a baby boy.
An angel from heaven, Jonathon weighed in,
at 7 lbs. 2 oz., a bundle of pure joy.
A Christmas child, he was two weeks over due
and had to be helped into this world at first.
A breached birth, he needed a cesarean delivery
and a concerned family feared the worst.
Born with his father’s looks and his mother’s smile
he has deep hazel eyes you can lose yourself in.
Conceived with love, he’s the answer to their prayers,
a precocious child with a prodigious grin.
He has an angelic face with a melt your heart look
and skin so soft it’s like caressing warm air.
Daddy’s baby boy is a chip off the old block
sporting ebony locks, in a tangle of hair.
He calls me papa Emile, and I spoil him rotten
with unconditional love and his favorite candy treat.
His birth was one of the greatest moments of my life
although at first, it was somewhat bittersweet.
(Rhyme)
July 5, 2018
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