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Lifes changes come quickly
Lifes changes are slow
To know of lifes changes
Is not really to know
But to understand
what can happen
To understand what has
Is to know that lifes changes
Aren't really that bad,
But then there are times
When life can be rough
Know it's all for good reason
Don't fail to see lifes bluff
It's all just politics
It's all simply poker
So keep a straight face son
Don't let yourself be suckered.
You're probably the best thing
That has ever happened to me
My son, My Connor
My life is complete
I can't wait to see you
Your beautiful face
To hear your infants laughter
Innocence Grace
I love you already
Though we've not even met
Not really, not yet
But soon, by the Gods grace
I'll always be there for you
Whenever you call
My Son, My Firstborn
Child of my Heart
So please kid, just remember
Life is a beautiful thing
To love and to cherish
All that life brings
I'm not really sure where that came from... But I've been trying tothink of something to write, something my son can have and keepforever. It's just for him. I can't wait to see him, and what's more Ican't wait until he's old enough to read and understand what I've justwritten to him. Perhaps when he graduates highschool, just before hemoves on to bigger and better things. Whatever they may be... Who's tosay really... I'd like for him to follow in his old pops shoes and takeup music in some form, and he probably will because I have. But maybehe'll only do it as a hobby, a skill he will know is in his very blood,but not really his calling? I think it will be. Even now, while he'sstill in the womb and I can feel his strength... He has a very strongwill, and he wants to meet his daddy. He generally only starts movingfor me... No one else. Not even Lisa unless she pokes at her belly sothat others can feel him move, but when I lay my head on her stomachand start speaking to him, even when he hasn't moved in hours, hemoves. Just for me. For his dad, his pop. I think he's going to be verymuch like me when he's older. Wether he likes it or not. Hopefully onlythe good parts though, not the bad. It's funny, the older I get (whichisn't very, but still...) the more I realize I'm like my own father.Strange really. I never even met him until I was 13 or 14 years old,and I only lived with him for one year, but I'm still a lot like him.Level headed for the most part, a bit of a temper, I try to thinkthings through as best I can.. Every decision I make, carefully plannedout ahead of time. My dad is like that. I never realized it before thislast trip down to see him... I went to just see my sister, but I cameback actually loving my dad for who he is, instead of hating him forwho he was. I know now that people really do change, sometimes for thebetter, sometimes the worse, but change they do... Change they must.lol I'm rambling now.. Not much more to say, but this... I love my sonand I will fight tooth and nail for him wether he's right or wrong.He's my son, he's my child..... I love him.
Cawd out
Lifes changes are slow
To know of lifes changes
Is not really to know
But to understand
what can happen
To understand what has
Is to know that lifes changes
Aren't really that bad,
But then there are times
When life can be rough
Know it's all for good reason
Don't fail to see lifes bluff
It's all just politics
It's all simply poker
So keep a straight face son
Don't let yourself be suckered.
You're probably the best thing
That has ever happened to me
My son, My Connor
My life is complete
I can't wait to see you
Your beautiful face
To hear your infants laughter
Innocence Grace
I love you already
Though we've not even met
Not really, not yet
But soon, by the Gods grace
I'll always be there for you
Whenever you call
My Son, My Firstborn
Child of my Heart
So please kid, just remember
Life is a beautiful thing
To love and to cherish
All that life brings
I'm not really sure where that came from... But I've been trying tothink of something to write, something my son can have and keepforever. It's just for him. I can't wait to see him, and what's more Ican't wait until he's old enough to read and understand what I've justwritten to him. Perhaps when he graduates highschool, just before hemoves on to bigger and better things. Whatever they may be... Who's tosay really... I'd like for him to follow in his old pops shoes and takeup music in some form, and he probably will because I have. But maybehe'll only do it as a hobby, a skill he will know is in his very blood,but not really his calling? I think it will be. Even now, while he'sstill in the womb and I can feel his strength... He has a very strongwill, and he wants to meet his daddy. He generally only starts movingfor me... No one else. Not even Lisa unless she pokes at her belly sothat others can feel him move, but when I lay my head on her stomachand start speaking to him, even when he hasn't moved in hours, hemoves. Just for me. For his dad, his pop. I think he's going to be verymuch like me when he's older. Wether he likes it or not. Hopefully onlythe good parts though, not the bad. It's funny, the older I get (whichisn't very, but still...) the more I realize I'm like my own father.Strange really. I never even met him until I was 13 or 14 years old,and I only lived with him for one year, but I'm still a lot like him.Level headed for the most part, a bit of a temper, I try to thinkthings through as best I can.. Every decision I make, carefully plannedout ahead of time. My dad is like that. I never realized it before thislast trip down to see him... I went to just see my sister, but I cameback actually loving my dad for who he is, instead of hating him forwho he was. I know now that people really do change, sometimes for thebetter, sometimes the worse, but change they do... Change they must.lol I'm rambling now.. Not much more to say, but this... I love my sonand I will fight tooth and nail for him wether he's right or wrong.He's my son, he's my child..... I love him.
Cawd out