My Son

I smile at the happy thought
of seeing you for the first time
cradled in your mother's arms,
grasping your new world
freshly from her womb...
Your big wide eyes
looking up at me
in search of the voice heard
full of joy, love, and pride.

And it has never changed
in how I feel over the years
from your first steps and words
to the man you have now become.

David G. Bancroft
Copyright 2005
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