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MY ONLY SON
He gave me a rose so pretty and alive,
bet that was to help cover up a lot of his jive.
He is so keen and very witty,
but too, very charming and sweet like my little kitty.
The pleasure he brings to mom is so very nice,
tho' I sometimes have to ask him to do things twice.
His humor really gets out of hand,
but glad he has the ability that he can.
His laugh is so sweet and honest,
it's like a dream thrust upon us,
Tho' he gets mad and thinks I am so mean,
he still loves me and thinks I am keen.
He trusts me to see him thru many ordeals,
and at the same time, while he wheels and deals.
He is so alive and always on the go,
a word of caution to take things slow.
His ambitions now aren't really much,
but to set his goals are now to touch.
He'll be a man very soon,
he then, will have to sing his own tune.
I've stood by him all these years,
and hope he'll remember all the tears.
When I am old and grey, down and out,
hope he'll remember I still love him, and have no doubt!
~Knightgale~2000(c)~
(Written for son, Michael Wayne)
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