A Son will hold your hand, but only for awhile.
Time is oh too short, when ‘your’ the object of his smile.
He will grow to love another girl, Your boy is moving on.
But oh its grand to watch him grow, this boy, this man, your son.
He won’t recall you singing, your stories or your fun,
But when needed he won’t be far way, after all you are his Mom.
And I always will be thankful, so proud I am of you,
I was blessed, but with not only one, I was blessed with two!
You may only have clutched my hand for that ‘baby’ time together,
But you will both in equal measures, hold this heart of mine forever.
WARNING .. Do not read the next bit if you have a nervous disposition.
Did you read this rhyme and think out loud; “You know that aint arf bad”
Did you click on the ‘like it’ though? …Oh boy I wish you had!
I’m getting self conscious now cause No one likes my stuff,
I try real hard, I really do! but it seems it’s not enough.
Now look what you have done to me, I’m feeling all morose
I’m not about to scarp this blog but I’m getting very close
Have I made you feel guilty yet? are you thinking; “Oh what a shame”,
“this girl is sad, now I feel bad, because yes I am to blame”!
Hold up, I jest! Awwww dow look sad, I’m just taking the Mike
but all this could be avoided if you’d only hit that like!
Cheeky cow aye I? 🙂