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My Son, Jacob

My Son, Jacob

In my arms,
I cradle you,
swaying to the music,
kissing you on your forehead,
your eyelids becoming heavy. 

I lay you down
and watch you sleep. 
I could never tire of doing this.

It is too bad though since
naturally you will grow up.
But for now, I treasure
these early moments
of loving you, my son,
Jacob Pedro Vega.

This poem was written on September 13, 1999.

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