The Circle Is Round

The morning was dark when I first held my newborn son The tears overwhelmed as smiles did break my mouth Proud was I this gift of such loving grace Proud this little man would some day soon say my name He peed in my face the first time I changed his diaper He kept me up while restful sleep avadded the darkening hours Countless dollars to feed clothe and sitter The bathing the changings the illnesses all did mattered A little man did my son grow to be He fit just perfect upon my hurt knee We patty-caked rode the horsey and sang Jesus Love Me For I was his hero when he became three I carried him to school that first day I shared in his life and encouraged the right way We discovered sports but his interest did fade He wanted music- music he could play He broke my heart on several occasions His fight at school a pitiful grade a call from the police at three A father first is tuff for I loved him so He did correct his misdeeds as I watched him grow As for this day- particular indeed it is to me My grown up son still hugs on me In his straight forward manner he sat me down I am getting married were the words which made me smile This morning is still dark when I did open my eyes I took to recalling the years of raising my child It is life as I have realized the circle is round Hopefully a grandson will soon be found