Finding contentment
In a world of war
Finding peace
In a heart of fear
Finding happiness
In the midst of pain
I found it all
When I found the Son
Tag son
Memory Lane
Child
Once there was a little boy
He was my pride and joy
That little boy has grown
A man now fills his place –
Sweet child was mine on loan
My Son
My son
First from my womb
Growing up in the shadows
Of a baby girl
Turning into a man
Taking my breath away
Sparkling blue eyes
For all I’ve done wrong
I’ve been blessed
With a son
Like you
Growing Up
You are turning into a man
And the baby I knew
Is gone from me
Slipped away and I wish
I could give that little boy
A hug from his mother
One more time
Guilt
You were my baby
You are my son
I was the only mother
I knew how to be
And when I think
Of how I’ve failed you so
My hope remains
That your spirit is greater
Than mine could ever
Have been
My Son
I am so proud of my son
I am proud of the man he is growing up to become
I am proud of the respect he has when speaking to his mum
For his strength of character
And his words of wisdom
I love him –
My son, my firstborn, my prince
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