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Posted on March 5, 2017January 22, 2024 by Joe Merkle

The simple joys you bring to me
Those moments of ecstasy
How I wish I could guarantee
These things for you

And the knowing is always growing
Shining brightly in those baby blues
As my feelings, always reaching
Ever boundless, continue soaring

A gift so great, I hesitate
To put a name upon it
It has no edges, it has no seams
It’s the loom of dreams

So dream my son a dream of dreams
That someday you may find
A son to share some simple joys
And a ride through fantasy

Written in 1980 after the birth of my first child

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