My Son
What happened to my little one,
Who's small hand fit in mine?
What happened to the quiet time,
That we would always find?
He's growing up so fast now,
And soon he'll be a man.
I hope I've given him guidance,
I think I've done the best I can.
He gives me reason to smile,
With each and every passing day.
And I believe he has grown to be,
A good man in every way.
Of course he is not perfect,
I expect that he'll make mistakes.
As long as he takes responsibility,
And always does what it takes.
I have always tried to teach him one thing,
I really hope that he has taken heed.
To always be kind to other people,
And try to help those who are in need.
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