My Matthew
Fifty years ago today, on this National Holiday,
I was busy laboring away..
At the tender age of twenty-two God blessed
me with a son, Matthew..
Heaven opened up above and brought a baby boy to love..
All mothers know that special bond, the first birth, that number one..
I watched him grow from boy to man and gradually released my hand..
The years have passed much too swiftly.
My boy to man is now age fifty!!
My only son, my greatest blessing. A mother's pride is worth professing..
Copyright © Nancy Kaufman | Year Posted 2022
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