Son Poem

Son Is Now A Man

A mother writes about the pride and joy she feels for her son.

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My son was one when he left South Africa and haven't held him in my arms since. Would give up everything for a day with him I love him dearly.

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Andy

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Published: February 2006

Eighteen years of love and joy,
How time has flown as I've watched my boy!
We've gone form diapers and bottles,
To racing throttles.

As loyal and honest as he could be
I could have no one better to look out for me.
When very little he would say, Let's work!
Still, his duty he does not shirk.

Studies, basketball, lawn mowing--he gives his most.
Of his pleasant attitude others will boast!
He is careful to whom he gives his heart,
For it will be 100% right from the start.

He spends time with God each day,
And shares with his friends, God's way.
I do not worry about just what he will do,
I know that to God he will be true.

Of my children, he came first,
I pray that, for truth, he will help others thirst!
He was my baby and then my big boy.
Now, as a man, his world is bigger, but he still brings me joy!

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  • by Wayne Rustenburg
  • 5 years ago

My son was one when he left South Africa and haven't held him in my arms since. Would give up everything for a day with him I love him dearly.

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