Sunday, February 05, 2012

Third




He helps me clean, he helps me cook
he's always helping me
and with his aid I finally shook
the doubt that love is free--

he's such a precious little boy
I tell him when I can
without his most infectious joy
I'd feel like less a man.

2 comments:

Old Ollie said...

What a blessing.

Very cool poem rch.

rch said...

Thanks Ollie, he sure is 8^D