My Son Poem by Corey Campbell (BlackChild)

It was joy I felt
down in my bones.
As I remember
when bringing you home.

I'd smile and rant
Because I was please.
God has blessed me
a son indeed.

Time has passed
you began to grow.
Now your walking
with a little fro.

Rubbed your head
I began to melt.
Loved you more
than life itself.

Many nights
I was on my knees.
Asking the Lord
to be the father you need.

Now I see
and I think its grand.
How you have grown
in becoming a man.

Son I must now
wither away.
For its your turn
too kneel and pray.

Don't be sad
you remain a man.
For this is all
In the Master's Plan.

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