Cherished Child Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watching my sons grow through myriads of tears,
feeling pride as they become wonderful men.
Ideals taught when younger have manifested them-
selves in ways of manners, etiquette, articulate
speech, loving, caring, gentleness, spirituality,
respect for life, others and self.
Absolutely beautiful beings with pure hearts and
souls is whom I am seeing as I gaze upon the
wonderful, intelligent sons I've taught and raised.
Nothing in life can compare with the pride and love
I feel for my cherished, precious children, my sons,
eternally bred in God's own hands, now grown with
responsibility of their own families.
Knowing that when I leave life to go beyond it, my
sons will teach and raise their own children with
ideals and traditions they were taught from the
beginning.