Tag - Paul Abro

I place my fingers on his waist and lift him way up high He flings his arms around my neck and looks me in the eye “I love you”, says the little boy, solemn and sincere Then suddenly his face lights up; he grins from ear to ear A favorite song* begins to play; I’m shaken from my trance The little boy looks up and asks, “Mommy, want to dance?” He...