Kindly Way

Proud to be mother of a kindly son, And happy that he has a gentle way, I praise myself for raising such a one. I tell myself he is a job well done, Remembering the times I knelt to pray, Proud to be mother of a kindly son. Saving a turtle much to slow to run, He turned it over, sent it on its way. I praise myself for raising such a one. He hurts no other creature just for fun, Helping his fellow man most every day. Proud to be mother of a kindly son. He takes no chance a kindly deed to shun And helps the weakest without thought of pay, I praise myself for raising such a one. I have seen him teaching same to son, His gentle nature shall not go astray, Proud to be mother of a kindly son. I praise myself for raising such a one. July/17/14 (I no longer have my son, but I have my precious memories of a wonderful child to raise)