Sometimes, when you aren't looking,I watch you from afar-And think to myself, with motherly pride,What a fine young man you are! In oh, so many little ways,So much like your Dad you've grown-You have so much of his character,But with a strength that's all your own. You have his pride---too much, perhaps,And a heart both tender and true;You give of yourself so generouslyThat others take advantage of you. You've got a lively sense of humor,Quick wit, and a ready smile---And a basic, inborn honesty,Without deceit and guile. Your face is strong and handsome,You'll succeed in whatever you plan;You have so much to offer---You've become a fine young man! One day you'll meet a special girl, And have so much to look forward to;And believe me, she'll be thankful,For a fine young man like you! Love,Mom
My thanks to Eddie for this beautiful webset! The Midi you are listening to is the special song I used to rock Robert to sleep with. So many years ago, and yet, it still seems like only yesterday....I love you, Son! The poem is one I wrote to him on his 21st birthday, and may not be copied or used in any manner without permission. Thank you.