The indigo Child Lincoln

In the dance of life, a joyous refrain, My sweetest boy, Lincoln, a sunlit lane. With a heart so loving, he seeks to explore, Playing pretend, a world to adore. Santa's whispers spark his delight, Excitement blooms, a magical sight. Wild moments unfold, leaps in the air, Crunching leaves, a duo so rare. Beside the waves, where the ocean meets land, Lincoln's love for the beach, like shells in the sand. In nature's embrace, he befriends the bees, Petting their wings, a child so at ease. Curly-haired brightness, personality loud, An indigo child, in him, courage endowed. Fearless and brave, his spirit takes flight, A beacon of joy, a radiant light. My sweetest boy, with love so profound, In your laughter's echo, happiness is found. So, let the waves dance, and the leaves play, In Lincoln's world, may joy always stay. In the arms of love, where dreams are spun, Lincoln, my sweet boy, you're my golden sun. Your laughter, a melody, in the air it sways, A symphony of joy, brightening our days. As bees buzz softly in nature's embrace, Your fearless spirit, a dance of grace. A reflection of your mom, like wind in the chill, A calming force, a presence so still. 🖤Written by Healing With Hilary M.D.