Russ Poem by Barbara Stahly
Russ
Russ, my first born child and son.
only two and woke me each morn
with a fistfull of salami.
a smiling face and you
also liked pastrami.
Oh how I laugh when I think of your face
looking at me with that sweet loving smile
Russ my son whom I love so
we will meet again I want you to know
What a joy and delight you were to me
and as a grown man you continue to be.
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