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One in a million’s not enough
To say what he meant to me.
One from out of the whole wide world
That is what the theme should be.

He was my son, my only son,
The first of my children three.
I knew that I was truly blessed
When God sent him down to me.

He was born hungry so he cried
For a bit those first few days,
Until his mother understood
The feeding schedule maze.

Once his hunger was satisfied
And he had begun to grow
No sweeter child has ever lived
Nor delightful one to know.

His complexion would put to shame
Any model’s of the day,
His nature, that of an angel,
Was his for a lifelong stay.

He welcomed first little sister
When he turned the age of two.
No jealously did he display
And he knew to be gentle too.

He had pets and he treated them
With great tenderness and care.
If anyone or thing was hurting 
My son was the first one there.

His elementary teacher said,
When trouble brewed on school ground,
My son found the way to fix it
If a fair fix could be found. 

He had a very brilliant mind.
He read books to make him think.
If we had a knotty problem
He’d be first to fix the kink. 

He gave measure for full measure
And then gave just a bit more
When dealing with his fellowman
Whether they were rich or poor.

He loved this world we all live in
And could always find a way
To find enjoyment in it.
He made the best of every day.

He  brought me no pain or sorrow,
But filled my heart with pride
And happy to be his mother
Until the sad day he died.

God sent His angels down for him,
Just before he turned fifty-six.
He’d been born with a heart problem
Even my bright son couldn’t fix. 




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