No Small Measure Of…
written by: Matthew Sweatt
Oh my child
My Angel
You were given to us willingly
With Pain
I love you
You terrify me
I dread and I fear
I hope and I wait
Hopefully this will end
I hope to talk with you
About such things as we do
I want to run away but I look into your beautiful eyes
Your cherub face your little hands take mine and
We laugh, We dance, We play
I sing to you and you to me
I’m having trouble and don’t know if I will make it
Don’t fret I’m here I won’t go
Never no matter what our future may hold
Though I am your
Grandfather
I will be your
Father
And Daddy loves you
My name is Matthew Sweatt, I'm from Baltimore City and currently reside in PA. I'm 47 and I've been writing forever and I truly enjoy ALL genre of writing styles. Writing has always been a huge integral part of my life.
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