My Son, My Son

I look at you,
and see myself,
reflected in your eyes.

Each time you breathe,
crawl, step and play,
you constantly surprise.

My son, my son,
I take your hand,
much smaller than my own.

But then one day,
you’ll be a man,
from childhood you’ll have grown.

Until such time,
know this now,
we’ll be here by your side.

And we will guide,
and help you,
to find your place and stride.

As much as I,
see myself in you,
this life is yours to live.

My time is of the present,
this to you,
I freely give.

The future’s yours
to mould and make,
and many things above.

My son, my son,
always, you’ll be
our endless pride and love.