Every way, each day I am present to see it. His miracle of being I the recipient his gift Awestruck, humbled, blessed This I understand completely Though I know not how, or why I. This man I still learn to know As myself, of my self, Admit having witness his growing In great measure do I envy him See his approach at living, being embodying the kindest soul, Naturally thoughtful and caring How he is, has become A lesson that I do learn from My little legacy, so far beyond better than from which he comes I worry for him as fathers must But not of him, of life's unexpected always haunting every person just out of foretelling, behind any horizon For this treasure of my life I know No doubt, to be a person of light Wits, genuine smiles, listening and learning His my Son, He is my Hero I am out done, and yet, ever the more thankful. Blessed by You Zieven Lee. Thank You. More than you'll ever know.