L. C. Brown
When I first saw you,
tears filled my eyes.
With out a son of my own,
you filled my life with pride.
That little boy I picked up
has turned into a man.
Only squeezing I get now
is when you shake my hand.
Some day you may marry,
have a family of your own.
If you have a son or grandson,
you'll know why I wrote this poem.
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