And what will you be-
My dear.
For when I see you peer,
I wonder what you see:
Do you see that your strength can
Protect and create ?
Did you know that your laughter,
Is your strength ?
How will you survive,
The ways in which adolescence
Will pour over your childhood ?
Will you see with innocence the
Blemishes I couldn’t help but leave you with ?
Will you know that I loved you,
As much as I could ?
After all, my darling son,
Each person is only as strong
As their will in the morn.
And though - I hope- you have
Seen me work, cook, strive …
Mine has been weakened greatly
By the miseries of the years.
May you always know that you
Are the best thing that ever,
Happened to me.
I hope your smile never narrows
And your shoulders May droop-
But only for a while.
For the clouds will always open for
The Sun to shine.
And the flowers are just waiting to
Bloom.
May you know that success ,
And failure both await you.
And I hope you have been taught
To embrace both equally.
Harsh words and unkindness May darken your day-
But May the triumph in your spirit,
Be here to stay.
May your find music as your constant companion
And seek none but yourself to
Help you.
For in the end, my son:
You have you-
And what you make of that,
Is what you will Be.
