Poetry-Poem: My Nephew

Tiny finger slap my face
Not angry but more dear
I looked at his face as twin
He smiled without challenging

My son, this home light your face
This dream has long wandering
far there before your world here
I now no longer wanted to wander


my son, why are you crying?
If you miss just call mom and dad
But do not cry ??
Dad know you want to play the tongue

My son, you were born with cries of anxiety
My son, if you go make the world feel lost