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My dear, my light, my rising sun,
my angel man, my precious one.
When days are dark and skies are gray,
your angel’s wings will guide your way.
Stand tall with kindness, strong
and true,
with angels always guarding you.
But time goes by, my little son,
my angel man, my shining one.
You’ll find your love, a life
brand new,
guided by your stars so true.
Some days may break and some may blind,
still keep your heart pure and kind.
When all my poems are full and
done,
my love remains, my angel son.
I’m proud to know I was the one
you called Mama, my precious son.
AK 20.8.25
