MY SON

I remember when you were very small,

So very young and not yet tall.

I protected you throughout the years;

Always washed away your tears.

I cooked for you your favorite food.

Rewarded you when you were good.

I always washed your dirty clothes,

Even wiped your runny nose.

Made sure life's problems you'd understand;

Did my best to make my boy a man.

I loved you when your life had first begun;

I love you, still, this man, my son.

I find a few tears now, in my eyes

And with love in my heart, I realize

The man I raised is starting his life

As you stand at the alter with your bride, your wife.

My heart bursts open with a mother's pride

As the minister says, "You can kiss your bride."

My smile's growing bigger as I look at you, son

And think back to the day your life had begun.