Edwin is my very son
Whom I love so much
He feels me with this childish warm
And kiss me when I'm sad
Edwin amazes me all the time
As little as he is he can
With a mind that grown men sees
Edwin is my only son
And will love till I die away
Edwin thrills the saddest days
So great a genius can tell
He has this poetry blood in him
That overwhelms other beings
Edwin's like a fruitful tree
That bears the fruits so great
I love him like the only being
Whose presence overwhelms my being.

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A father's appreciation to his beloved son