Your name is grace
Joy radiates from your smile

Your head is aimed high
at the Kings of Kings.

My little worshipper child.

My boy is a salmon
But has the sweetest smile

His eyes like the blue sky
Full of wonder

When you’re ready,
you’ll truly fly

I see you, son

like a revolving door

Cycling through

the boy you’ve been

and the young man

you will be.

Pull you tight

and Push you away

When you go

please remember to

come back to me.