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)
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