He brought joy to his mom,
His dad was his rooting team,
Managing his life on his own,
Was still a far fetched dream.
Little victories, they lived for,
A mini piano recital he performed,
He dressed up in his Sunday best,
To all who cheered, he warmed.
Forbidding all from any sorrow,
Was his sweet and pure heart,
Brandishing his innocent appeal,
All over joy to all, he did impart.
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