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Published: May 2010
For My Son
I see you everyday and I
Still can't believe This is my SON
With golden hair and storm gray eyes.
What do I know of little boys?
My life's been filled with only girls.
These snips and snails and warcraft toys
Have changed the way I see the world.
Still I will do the best I can
To teach what I want you to know.
And with unskilled, but loving hands
I'll plant the seeds and pray they grow.
For childhood flies quickly then,
All little boys grow into men.