All this time I watch my children grow,
Teaching and guiding with all I have,
Hoping I’ve done them well.
Through the bumps and bruises,
Pain caused and tears shed,
I’ve wished to wipe them all away.
But every time that smile shines,
A man, young or old, standing tall,
My face lights up with joy.
They have so much more to do,
Learning things I couldn’t teach,
Loving others with all they have.
So, my Sons,
Promise to keep your heads high,
Cause even when I’m gone,
I’ll always be so proud.
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