Dear son




            The most glittering diamonds
            Would seem pale
            The most exotic gourmet dishes
            Would seem stale
            The brightest of colors
            Would seem dreary
            The toughest of troubles
            Would seem puny
            In front of you, dear son
            Nothing is more momentous
            You are the only person
            Most important to us
            We love you

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