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To My Son, I Sometimes Wish

I sometimes wish you were still small,
Not yet so big and strong and tall,
For when I think of yesterday,
I close my eyes and see you play.

I often miss that little boy,
Who pestered me to a buy a toy,
Who filled my days with pure delight,
From early morn to late at night.

We watch our children change and grow,
As seasons come then quickly go,
But our Maker has a plan,
To shape a boy into a man.

Today my son I’m proud of you
for all the thoughtful things you do.
I’ll love you till my days are done,
And be so grateful you’re my son.