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Subject: My Son

Author:
zaida

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Date Posted: 20:17:26 01/14/08 Mon

MY SON

My chest puffs up with lots of pride
And lots of love swells up inside
Are you wondering what that is all about
Let me tell you with a shout.
I will tell you loud and clear
Forgive me if I shed a tear
It’s about a son I nearly lost
Something that can’t be measured in cost.
When we parted I could not see
Just how unhappy I would be
I wasn’t there when he was small
I couldn’t share his life at all.
At last now his life I share
And show him how much I care
I’m so proud of what he’s done
He’s what I expected from my son.
Now he’s grown into a man
And I’ll help him when I can
To reach the goals he will attain
Now I feel like a father again
He goes ahead with head up high
His ambitions reach up to the sky
And he will reach his goal some day
How far he’ll go none can say.
He’ll always do what he does best
And then he surely will reach his quest
Writing poetry is what he does well
Just reading them makes my heart swell.

This is written for you my son
To me you are always number one
I’ve written this to show my love
And for having you I thank God above.
Please listen to me hard and well
There is one thing I must tell
When all things are said and done
I love you very much my son.
Your loving father,
Robert Taub

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