The Gift That I Give You

You, my son, are tall-grown now, Yet, purity in you is seen, somehow; You have pals many esteeming you, Assuring to abide eternally near you; You feel a vague shyness to face me, Though, surely, you awfully love me; I don’t feel hurt for your way, any way, As I was once just the same way; You’ve attained your sixteen today, Your boyhood slowly fading away; You’ll have, many revels of the same, That should, surely, be your aim; I’ve got your room well adorned; To celebrate this day full-fledged; Best of clothes, edibles, and cake, All well-prepared for your sake; Mom has surprises for you as well, I know you’ll like them very well; Though I’m not on the rich-men-list, I know I can give you my very best; Many are delightfully gift-packed, Attractive too as they are purchased; There is a no-packed unseen thing, You may not tangibly see or feeling; That’s the love from my heart, my son, Hovering over all the gifts finely seen; That tells you always I’m for you, I’ve loved; and always will love you… 05 July 2021