Where did you come from, little one?
I see you every day and I
Still can't believe this is my SON
With golden hair and storm gray eyes.
What do I know of little boys?
My life's been filled with only girls.
These snips and snails and warcraft toys
Have changed the way I see the world.
Still I will do the best I can
To teach what I want you to know.
And with unskilled but loving hands
I'll plant the seeds and pray they grow.
For childhood flies quickly then,
All little boys grow into men.
For My Son
Published by Family Friend Poems May 2010 with permission of the Author.
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