My Little Man
Today my son becomes a man,
But I can’t let him go.
I’ve nurtured him for eighteen years
And no one else can know.
The doctors said he wouldn’t live
But tiny lies they told.
We did it all, son, hand in hand.
Now you’re eighteen years old.
If we knew then what we know now,
Would life have been the same?
We’ll never know for sure,
my boy,
But so much did we gain.
We gained control,
we gained respect,
We gained a lot of love.
But we didn’t do it all alone,
There was guidance from above.
Someday I hope you’ll come to know
I did all that I could.
I know at times I seemed quite harsh
But it was for your own good.
Those words come easy for a mom.
Someday you might agree.
But let me tell you,
I am proud And you’re the only son for me.
This poem was submitted by Anne Gricks.
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