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.
Copyright © Samantha Jepson | Year Posted 2007
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