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"My Son"
I was there when he arrived, an extension of myself. I remember his birth, I remember his first cry. I watched as he grew, his first steps, his first words, his first pain, his first happiness. So full of dreams, so full of hope, so full of wonder, a reflection of myself. A miracle of life, a miracle of love, a true work of art. I watched as he grew, so full of life, his first ball game, his first girlfriend, his first campout. And as he grew, he changed, he drifted away in search of his own identity, he sought the adventures of youth, he began to chase his own dreams and set his own goals, and still I loved him, trying to protect and encourage, trying to love and let go, trying to hold on to the youth that wa dwindling away. So full of dreams, so full of hope, so full of wonder, yet so independent. And now as he heads off into adulthood, seeking the things that life has to offer, I stand proud of the man he has become, so full of dreams, so full of hope, so full of wonder, yet so much part of my soul. As the relationship changes, I look at all of the lost opportunities, the lost times together, the missed hugs and kisses, I feel the pain of losing a child not to death, but to the world, and I wonder is he still so full of dreams, full of hope, full of wonder, and then I pray for his independence.
By Michael
All Poems and Stories written and copyrighted by Michael Timmons
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