I melt with one smile
From the word tender love
And from the arms of a child
I do not rush my life
I enjoy every sound
And the first word, my dad
I barely touch my son
And I am proud of this word
Father, be happy
You believe me
Love of kids is your best friend
Eyes with tears and their hurt feelings
Shouts of joy, saluteT
This is the highest reward of life.
Whom we have with men
And the joy of life is infinite
You know dad waiting at home!
To my sons!
© Copyright: Зиновьев Дмитрий Александрович, 2018
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