*Illustration reference: CurioComforts/Deviant Art
How did this wee bairn grow so tall?
Inside my belly, once so small
He barely stood up to my knee
And now he towers over me!
Formidable to all he meets
But with the widest smile he greets
There are few on the cusp of daring
Whose very soul is kind and caring
Oh how this young man makes me proud
Humane of heart, but giggles loud!
I sometimes feel with him at helm
The masses crush and overwhelm
But then he shows such insight wise
That aides me now to realize
I had no hand, in molding tone
How far he’s come was on his own
And who he is, is excellent
No matter what his future bent
Yet have I armed him well to cope?
Without my guard, I trust to hope
Inevitable still shows compassion
Embraces him in gracious fashion
Ensures he does not lose to grudge
How he can never rush to judge
That I express my deep desire
To wish him that he may dream fire
As clear path to him will unfurl
The world’s his oyster, love the pearl…