My Son

Written by: Caryl Muzzey

You are the storm in my heart, the calm
after the rain.
You are the sweetness of a rose depicted
so plain.
You are the strong brave lion quick in 
but gentle as a lamb when not in fight.

You are the “Thinker”, so deep to ponder;
ample space for dreams to wonder.
You are a locomotive running down 
the hall,
knowing for sure I’ll catch your fall.

You are a breeze without a care,
blowing with the wind gets you there.
No care in the world and nothing to miss,
when you stumble and fall, I heal it 
with a kiss.

Copyright © 1985 By Caryl S. Muzzey