Kingston
I never dream of having kids.
I never dream of being happy.
I never dream of being an uncle.
I never dream of having a nephew like you.
I was 15 when I first held you.
I was 15 when I first met you.
I was 15 when I first heard you cry.
I was 15 when I first changed you.
I was 15 when I saw you smile.
I was 15 when it was your first Christmas.
I'm 18 and I hope that one day you'll see this.
I was 16 when you took your first step.
I was 16 when you became attach to me.
I was young and still afraid to hold you.
I was young and still afraid to even have the thought of having a son.
I tell you this now for that when you get older and don't really know me you'll understand how much you really mean to me.
I'm 18 now as I write this poem
I was 17 when we celebrated your birthday
I was 16 when you moved away, you were my reason to come home and wear a smile.
You are the reason for my smile.
Yes I may be your uncle and you may be young but I swear I will whoop your ass if you ever touch a gun.
You're smart and beyond strong for a two year old, whenever I hold you, you make me feel old.
As for you are my nephew, I have no son, but having you in my life has given me thought to have one.
Kingston you are my #1 and I will treasure forever as if you are my son.