This item i hold is better than gold
hold me up lord, for my legs may fold.
the love for something I've just met.
overwhelming.
for this item may be kept.
such honor in trusted in me.
my little seed.
i must stay for me he'll need.
to feed to nurture, to watch it grow
sadly I'll have to let it go.
show him to the world, him they'll need.
have fun out there be safe be wise.
grow to be a man of size.
its hard you know, to let you go.
i love you my little number one.
dalen, my son.
this poem was written for my pregnant friend kelina whose son she'll name dalen
