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Scroll down to see the Rest, and the poem I wrote
for my Son
To My only Son
I am proud of you my son.
When I saw you for the first time you were so tiny I cried and cried.
They said you might not live through out the night.
I sat by your incubator I held on tight.
They finally let you come home with me I was so scared I thought how I wanted you home with me I didn't care
You grew up so slow and sickly. I thought I might not have you for long.
Some times I was neither far off nor wrong.
But you did come out of it and start to grow. I was pleased and happy, I was in awe.
Your little face was small and cute. I remember the first time I put on your little suit and your little baby boots
No matter what, you never complained.
You sat at my side most of the time. I saw much excitement, talent, I had lots of pride.
You were my sweetie, you were my joy.
I bought the colors and books. You drew with such ease.
An artist, I saw, I was so pleased
You were a happy boy setting quietly making new things.
As you grew, your love for music began to grow.
Your favorites weren't my choice, yet you loved them so.
I encouraged you because music saved my life.
Your music save you from so much strife
To see you happy
laughing and joking
smiling and content
striving towards goals of your own
accomplishing what you set out to do
having fun by yourself and with your friends
capable of loving and being loved
is what I always wished for you.
Today I thought about your handsome face
and felt your excitement for life
and your genuine happiness
and I burst with pride
as I realized that my dreams for you came true
What an extraordinary person you have become
and as you continue to grow
please remember always
how very much
I love you.
Your loving Mother
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