Just hopefully,

Forever cute and young my child. I certainly,
Wish this dream come true my child. Now honestly,
I want you to grow up my child. And knowingly,
You'll leave us wise and strong our child. Yet sadly,
Time it must fly and flit it past,
Young go old and soon to ash.
Now as this truth may come off grim,
Remember sweet child that our love it wont dim.

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[Inkh(e)art]

Love this! The way the sentences end and start for the first few lines is perfect. Makes me really want to write a poem like that.