My Son
My son is the kind of boy
To show you how to use his toy,
If he thinks that you're a good friend
He'll be good to you he won't pretend,
So much love,my son,he keeps
But like all kids he mones and weeps,
He's smarter than he may seem
He knows what's real and what's a dream,
And he won't hear me if I yell
But he will listen closely if he fell,
And if he hears a train go "Choo-Choo"
He'll say "I heard that mommy,did you?",
When we have company he's so polite
I'm glad so far I've raised him right,
With his brown hair and eyes so blue
He loves to play with paper and glue,
I hope one day that he will see
Nobody can love him more than me.
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