My boy
Is smiling;
Grinning from ear to ear.
He’s got one dimple on his right cheek
And it just
Lights me up inside to
See me reflected in eyes
That bare even a mere resemblance to mine.
To call something your own
That breathes outside of your lines-
It’s heartbreaking
Ad beautiful
And like being drunk
On the finest wine.
Compelled Perplexity 
I’d love to read your poems but they are dark brown on black, on my computer, and so I can barely see them. Any chance you could change your theme or at least the colours to make them more legible? Thanks.
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Thank you so much for the feedback; I have changed the background color!!
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Great! That will help all your readers.
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I have a boy. He’s 14 now. We had such a strong bond until around age 13.5. Puberty. Now he’s all about his dad. I miss my little boy!!!
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