The Special One
I kissed him, and he kissed me. We clapped our hands with glee. Our love is for all to see, This special one and me.	His eyes light up whenever I appear, And I know I'm someone special too: Someone to him who is dear, Someone to him who is true.
He follows me everywhere I go; My side he would never leave. He only smiles when I say no, This special one named Steve.	He is so very small, For he has just turned one. To this special one I give my all, For that's how a mother loves her son.
He has never called my name, But we have a language all our own. With one smile you're never the same; His laughter could melt a heart of stone.	Copyright ©2000 Dean Albritton
by Dean Albritton