A son is a gift of sweet, purest joy,
To hold in your arms, a small gentle boy,
His future you hold in the palm of your hands,
To nourish his dreams, for whatever he plans.

From days spent together, with a ball in the park,
To time spent in worry, as he returns home after dark,
Will the girls that he meets be acceptable to mum?
But don’t push him hard, or you may make him glum.

A young son’s first hero, is of course dear old dad,
And nothing you try will ever be bad,
A source all the time, of real inspiration,
But as he grows up, you’re more a frustration.

You’ll bicker and argue over the smallest of things,
But nothing replaces the happiness he brings,
Those first feelings of joy, as you hear his first cry,
Or the happiness in those tears of love in your eye.

He’ll push your emotions and fears to the end,
But he’ll always be there as a loyal and true friend,
Your advice he will take, when he needs it of course,
And he’ll heed it as much as you did to yours.

But a son is a gift you can never replace,
Along with that smile that he puts on your face,
So enjoy this small child as he enters your life,
As he is worth every ounce of his trouble and strife.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2013