A Son Was Born
In golden rays of dawn's first light, A son is born, a pure delight. With tender eyes and tiny hand, A precious soul, a love unplanned.
From early days to years that pass, A bond so strong, it's meant to last. Through laughter shared and tears embraced, A son's embrace, a warm embrace.
In youthful stride and growing grace, A son explores life's vibrant space. With dreams alight, he takes his flight, A beacon shining, oh so bright.
Through triumph's cheer and failures felt, A son's resilience truly dwelt. With courage strong and heart held high, He spreads his wings and learns to fly.
In every milestone, big or small, A son's achievements stand so tall. His voice, a song, his mind, a flame, A legacy that bears his name.
With passing years, the son will grow, His spirit soaring, wisdom's flow. Yet in our hearts, forever young, A cherished soul, forever sung.
So here's to you, beloved son, A gift from heaven, second to none.
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