His actions speak louder than words,
He picks flowers for me from our garden,
He will fix what need repairing; he is the perfect handyman.
The boy that I love…
Shows me love on a regular basis,
He gives me endless amounts of hugs and kisses.
His smile lights me up
His laugh is infectious
His eyes are kind
He is generous
He is mine,
And I call him, Son.
Suzanne E. Toth
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