Your Son Poem by Raymond Edward Archer

Pattering a slobbering dog
Running on a slippery log or
jumping in the stream to catch a swimming frog

This is your son my beautiful wife
Who cuts his finger testing his birthday knife
being a boy and experiencing life

He alone loves you the most and among your friends
you about him boast but
Scold him for messing his toast

He runs about, here and there
Out the door but not quite sure where
and you smile upon his mop of fair hair

Climbing trees
and grazing his knees
You are his pirate ship as he sails the seven seas

At the end of the day, it's you he hugs
and shows you his collection of wonderful bugs
You keep him safe from the boisterous thugs

He will grow up and make great friends
Wink at girls and follow the trends
but it's still you he loves and you he defends

Becoming a man is no easy feat
Harder still, is showing humility in suffering defeat
It's you who taught him how a girl to treat

He will find Love and you cannot be sad
He will smile at you and want you to be glad
Even if she drives you stark raving Mad

Remember my darling wife, you have not been replaced
Our son has two feet
and two boots to be laced