A SPECIAL SON
There’s no sweeter mystery than a son. You hold him, fast asleep in your arms, And wonder what he’s dreaming His imagination taking him Some place you can’t quite follow.
You watch him at play, You see his interests, tastes, Talents taking shape, All the while guessing At what he’s thinking.
You look at the man he’s grown up to be, And marvel at how everything Came together to make him who he is. You see in him so much you always hoped for, So much you never could have dreamed
It’s all a part of Your love for him. It’s all part Of why you’re so proud To have him for a son
My son, you’re smart, Successful and independent. It’s not just because of heredity Nagging! Had something to do with it too.
Love, Mom
Dr. KARL WALLACE D.D.S.
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