My Inspiration, My little man.

My Inspiration, My little man.

A Poem by Shelbeh-Saur-Rawr-Ness
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To my nephew Corbin. Who is only three but the brightest thing in my life. He keeps me writing. He doesn't have a care in the world, and i envy him for that.

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Corbin Jason, You're My Inspiration. My lovely little man.
My nephew, you came into this world, not planned.
I wasn't sure what to do,
But you and your parents pulled through.
You have Lily and Logan now,
You will be an amazing big brother, Just somethings tell me how,
How the way you yell at me when they cry, telling me i broke a baby.
Or comforting them when they are tired, and even you are a little hazy.
I know it's hard for you to understand,
You're my inspiration, My little man.
My reason to keep writing,
My biggest fan.
You're only three, and know what's going on.
But you keep me down and keep my strong.
Corby, I love you with all my heart.
And i have from the very start.
Your the only person who hasn't let me down.
And Of you i am so proud.
I was there when you were first starting to talk,
and laughed as i watched you as you tried to walk.
You will be so smart one day,
I can just tell.
They way you pick yourself up again, no matter how hard it was that you fell.
Grandma Karen would be so proud of your mommy, For taking such good care of you.
I really hope, that she would be proud of me too.
I miss her, tons.
But, you don't understand, for you life has just begun.
I know you'll become like me one day.
A misunderstood teenager, dying to get out someway.
But you are spoiled and so am I.
When your older and read this,
You will understand why,
Why you must be careful in what you say,
Everything matters in every way.
But we cannot worry about that now.
You are to young to comprehend,
The changes in your world, everything starting to bend.
You care the most adorable joy in the world.
My little brother i never had, because i had a different one instead.
I love you Corbin, My inspiration, My little man till the end.

© 2011 Shelbeh-Saur-Rawr-Ness


Author's Note

Shelbeh-Saur-Rawr-Ness
I go get mad at y Corby-Corb sometimes, He is a brat. But i love him with all of my heart. And my sister laughs at what our bond is like.

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Added on June 20, 2011
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Shelbeh-Saur-Rawr-Ness
Shelbeh-Saur-Rawr-Ness

Gainsville, FL



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