Aran

The year starts dark

And cold on my face

While you sleep sweet.

Tiny and helpless in your bed,

You father your strength and fearless explore and learn each day.

Brave, yet a baby,

Curious, yet checking on mum,

Each day you grow away

And into my life.

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