A Son Poem by John Hess

When he is born, you beam with pride;
A son, my son, will stand by my side.

When he is born, the world will know;
That his father's wish is to see him grow.

When he is born, plans do you make;
Protect him to manhood, everything's at stake.

When he is born, through him you live;
Nothing forsaken, all you will give.

And as he grows the world is a dream;
Together you play and Dino's the theme.

And as he grows, sports take root;
A tiny athlete, there is no dispute.

And as he grows, the girls take note;
Pride swells in you, you begin to gloat.

And when he grows, sadness will spawn;
For your son, my son, will soon move on.

And fear that grows in you, you hope and pray;
That all that you taught him, will always stay.