One In a Million

One in a million’s not enough To say what he meant to me. One from out of the whole wide world That is what the theme should be. He was my son, my only son, The first of my children three. I knew that I was truly blessed When God sent him down to me. He was born hungry so he cried For a bit those first few days, Until his mother understood The feeding schedule maze. Once his hunger was satisfied And he had begun to grow No sweeter child has ever lived Nor delightful one to know. His complexion would put to shame Any model’s of the day, His nature, that of an angel, Was his for a lifelong stay. He welcomed first little sister When he turned the age of two. No jealously did he display And he knew to be gentle too. He had pets and he treated them With great tenderness and care. If anyone or thing was hurting My son was the first one there. His elementary teacher said, When trouble brewed on school ground, My son found the way to fix it If a fair fix could be found. He had a very brilliant mind. He read books to make him think. If we had a knotty problem He’d be first to fix the kink. He gave measure for full measure And then gave just a bit more When dealing with his fellowman Whether they were rich or poor. He loved this world we all live in And could always find a way To find enjoyment in it. He made the best of every day. He brought me no pain or sorrow, But filled my heart with pride And happy to be his mother Until the sad day he died. God sent His angels down for him, Just before he turned fifty-six. He’d been born with a heart problem Even my bright son couldn’t fix. won 6th place in Linda marie's One in a Million contest. For One in a Million Contest