Two Years Old

Two years, my son,
And many more to go,
My arms miss your hugs,
Without you, I am not complete,
Like snow without white,
Fall leaves without crunch,
Our lives together simply photographs,
Colored paper without the sound of laughs,

 

Two years, my son,
And many more to come,
May they each be less silent than this one

 

This poem is about: 
My family

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