Ryan who holds his head up high with pride.

Who moves like the wind

And wears a toothless grin.

Who stops me every day for a hug.

Who itches me with his smooth jet-black hair

As he whispers secrets in my ear.

Who laughs with uncontrollable force.

Whose mind is filled with troubling plans.

Who walks with a bounce in his step,

While calling my name for his full attention.

Who’s there to stir up trouble.


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