Dee Skyrme

When I carried you inside me, I longed for a baby son.
My prayers were answered, my son, my one and only one.
They laid you in my arms, and I knew right away
That the love you and I would share
Would be wonderful and beyond compare.

You were the image of your dad,
So I knew you would be a handsome lad.
He was your idol when you were small.
He was your hero and you were his all.
You really were your dad's lad.

The years they flew by,
I watched you grow
From a little wee lad to a man strong and tall.
There were many times when the things that you did
Left me weary and sad and wanting to cry.
I despaired of you then, but you turned your life 'round.
You became the man of whom I am proud.

Now you're a man with boys of your own.
You can feel the joy of loving a child,
And how deep that love goes.
Now you know how I feel when I look at you,
My son, my one and only one.