My introduction
Fall in love with yourself. Then find me and treat me the same way.
Seventh Son
We lost one
Long before I was born
Such was the fate of a mother
Whose faith was stronger
Than a heart, previously torn
For she birthed more
To go into this world
A perfect number seven
Let there be no mistaking
Her faith is deeply rooted in her next home, Heaven
A pony-tailed girl
And six busy boys
The true essence of her wonderful feat
Children full of play, piles of leaves, snow angels
And baseball in the blessed summer heat
None of this is lost to me
My mother, my father,
Nor all the things that we have done
For I thank God, of Whom I trust my soul
With the things destined to be, required of the seventh son.