This is a letter to you, my son,
You know on the day, the burdens were heavy,
I shoved everything In a bag and with you in my lap
I was comforted, Was it soon?
You were light then,
But I forgot one thing,
That I was not a man
And I could never teach you to be a man.
Filling my night with worry,
Today in the Morning, When you turned nine
I looked at your face, I saw something fine
You were a man, filled with heart
Our eyes locked and the knot in my heart was free
You were a man
A kind man, With eyes focused
And Brain to match,
Kindness to carry you
Muscles to stand on
Your big heart makes me comfort
I am not a man, But I raised one.
From my heart to yours.
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