My Son - A Poem by; Reatha Crow

My Son

When I was a child I wanted a brother,
with which I wasn't blessed.
When I grew up I wanted a son,
and God gave me the best.

Now I'm not saying that you're perfect,
We've had our ups and downs.
But when I needed some one the most
you were always around.

When you were growing up
I tried to teach you right from wrong.
But now you're teaching me
so many things I didn't know.

You have a place in my heart
where no one's ever been.
You are my son,
you are my friend.

Reatha Crow

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