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Andrew

I hold your little pinwheel hand
A miniature of mine
And fold our fingers together
Our lives intertwined but momentarily

You are perfect
With daffodil hair
And cornflower eyes
And skin paler than clouds

You are of me
But you are so much more
Our bony ankles identical
But our minds asymmetrical

You know your right from your left
And you are only 5 ½
I don’t know my left from my right
But a giraffe from a gazelle

You are my sun
I revolve around you
I grow toward your light

You are perfect
You are a dream
You are butterflies
You are sunflowers popping out of the earth
You are dandelion fuzz blowing away in the breeze

You are my son

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