Parents' Painful Pleasure
An Imperfect Ode to a Parent’s Love
I love you, son
So much it's unbearable
Almost unpleasant
I want to squeeze you and never let you go
And yet I know I must
I can't show you how much
I love you, son
Indescribable how I know you love me too
Inexplicable joy at rewarding your ruthless demands
Let me give you
All I can
All I have
All I am
I love you, son
So much I seem to want to scream
I love you, son
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Sam Isaacson
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