My Son

My son is four, growing and delightful. His teacher says, he will someday be a drama star. He is the class clown. He will soak up cartoons by the hours. He is my son. My son is six, he is already a gifted artist, his teacher says he is funny in class. He likes the girls and they like him back! My son is eight, he has become a Scout, he is loved by his friends, they love aborb screens of endless video games. My son is ten, tan and active, swims like a fish, hikes til he drops, a gifted "A" student. He is my son. My son is fourteen, tall and handsome, shy and charming. He can play the piano well, he is adored by all of our animals. I wish all good things for him. He is my son. I am proud of who he is. He has endured much and still he is strong and sweet. My son is eighteen. Life is hard at eighteen, tall and determined, looking towards an unknown future with diploma in hand. I am proud of who he is. He is my son.

Proverbs 23:24 ...and he that begetteth a wise child shall have joy of him. Thy father and thy mother shall be glad, and she that bare thee shall rejoice.