My heart leaps up
when I behold
My bright and sunny boy
So was it when his life began
So is it now that he’s a man
So be it — for I shall grow old
The love of mother for her son
Especially such a needy one!
Of all the things he wondered at
Old Wordsworth never imagined Nat.
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I like that. Very nice.
Delightful! You are a poet.