My Boy

You are everything I ever wanted,
beautiful, like the Starry Night poster above your bed.
Your dark eyes invite me to smile with you,
and your tears kill me just a little each time.

You are the best boy, the one I love.
I told you when I held you that first time,
"I am going to take care of you".
And I will. So help me, God. I will.

While the the winds lashed the trees that day,
I stood on the balcony holding you in my arms.
I said, "I will endure any pain on earth
so that you will be happy with me". And I meant it.

I am a man of my word, my little one. That I promise.
I was faithful to a woman who hated my face,
I am faithful to a beauty who adores me wholly,
and I will always be faithful to you to my dying day.

We'll take our walks, you and I, and we'll sing.
We'll play our card games, and have our dance parties.
We'll say good bye every other Sunday, and hello every Wednesday.
We'll read, laugh, run, and learn together always. My lovely boy.