My Son

When you look at me, I see me I see your father, your grandparents, looking back at me. I see such wisdom, for one so young in age. I see a baby in need of care and protection, My baby. Yet I also can see the seeds of a great man, who someday I hope to live to see. Independent, bold, but still a tad unsteady You strike out on your own. Still you turn to me for assurance, And in that I see a child still, But not for long. When you look at me, I see you.