Poetry...for my son..
Steve He's tiny, pale, skinny and long He's 6 pounds, 6 ounces of Daddy and Mom He's the apple of his parents eyes He's the future star of the Conrady's lives He's the 6 month old who lays in his cradle While his grandmother plays he sings like he's able He's the 3 year old who goes to daycare and... Sign in to see full entry.