It was a long time ago on a
September morn,
When my youngest baby boy was
born.
He had ten very tiny little fingers,
ten tiny toes,
Golden blond hair and the
cutest button of a nose.
The most
beautiful blue eyes you ever did see,
What is
to become of my son, this special gift to
me.
Will I be able to care for him and love
him as I should,
And what if I make a mistake
will it be understood.
Can I always keep
him safe, can I keep him warm,
Will I be able
to rest, assured there is no need for
alarm.
This child of mine I love him with all
of my heart,
I keep hoping we will never have
to be very far apart.
Can I teach him all
of the correct things he must do,
To comb his
hair, how to brush his teeth, to tie his
shoe.
Will I be there when he needs me, will
I always be near,
Will I really be able to
teach him he has nothing to fear.
His
hair has turned now from blond to golden
brown,
He is almost six feet tall now and
likes to clown around.
Please, be sure this
child of mine always knows of my love,
He is
really very special you know, a true gift from
above.
© Brenda Sparkman
January 2005
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