To a Son
They told me there is much to know
And wisdom comes with age
Well, I was old long years ago
And knew a boy who was a sage
And, oh, he taught me many things,
To listen when the warbler sings
And see the sun trapped in the wings
Of Dragonflies.
He taught me how to love a son
And how to treat a wife
And how a mother's heart is won
And how a man re-shapes his life
To shield a child from want and pain.
When he and I walked in the rain
My world was fresh and green again
Through his young eyes.
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