The Beautiful People 📽
Oh, fashion forward child of mine,
With locks as long as dreams that shine,
In every thread and color bright,
You weave your world, a pure delight.
Amidst the threads of fabric fine,
You walk the line of art divine,
A builder in both style and mind,
Creating bridges, though rare to find.
With fabrics draping, tailored grace,
You carve a niche, you find your place,
Your shoes, a statement, bold and proud,
In every crowd, you draw a crowd.
A future engineer with skilled hands,
Constructing visions, lofty plans,
You sketch the blueprints of your fate,
In every detail, we celebrate.
Oh, how the world adores your flair,
The vibrant colors, the flowing hair,
Each strand a story, each style a phase,
You navigate life in fashionable ways.
With gadgets whirring, gears that turn,
In circuits and codes, your passions burn,
Yet still, you hold that cherished style,
A young innovator with a charming smile.
Through bustling streets and city's hum,
You stride with purpose, you know you’re young,
In flannel shirts or suits so neat,
Your vision of self is bittersweet.
Each day unfolds in textures new,
You challenge norms, break every view,
A blend of engineer and muse,
In you, the future we choose to use.
You inspire us to simply be,
In every fiber of your grace,
You bring a braver, bolder space.
So wear your hair long, your heart wide,
In tangled strands, let dreams reside,
Oh, my son, in you we find,
The beauty of a brilliant mind.
Through every challenge, hold your ground,
In every heartbeat, love is found,
Fashion may fade, but truths remain,
Your journey's essence, no one can feign.
To my fashion forward son, I say,
Embrace your whims in every way,
For as you build your world anew,
The long hair flows; the heart shines through.
