On Your Fourth Birthday, A Sonnet

I’m not a poet, so please forgive my poor attempt at verse.

Old photographs lie withered in the sun.
They’re faded now where light and paper met.
So, too, the grief I felt for what was done
Diminished now, leaves in its place regret.
The photographs I took back then are of
A chubby, healthy, happy baby you.
Your home was one of faith in God and love.
I pray such things can still be said of you.
The photographs I sometimes find online
Show love and laughter and a family.
Your smile hasn’t changed since you were mine.
Your life is good as far as I can see.
Though photographs may lie I pray they’re true,
For Love is what I always hoped for you.

Family and Parenting

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