Nephew

What is this pride I get when I hold you?

This love I feel when I say your name and you smile?

I don’t deserve this,

Your affection so innocent and pure.

It doesn’t matter who I was before

holding you.

All that matter’s is the type of uncle

I pledge to be for all of my breaths.

I only hope that as you learn to walk,

talk,

feel,

and heal

I learn how to best serve you.

I love you unconditionally.

R.K. Russell

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