You Are My Son



You are my ineptness made right,
my mistakes forgotten.
The keeper of my heart,
without hesitation, safe.
The years have made me
wise to my good fortune.
You are the goodness
for which I strive.
All that is important,
you are.
Proudly, I proclaim
your worth to the world.
You stand before me
half of what you will become,
but already
twice what I am.
You
are my son.



Copyright 1998-2008


Janet Nix


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