A baby that once was inside my womb has grown a lot, he's now
sixteen, blond, tall, good looking, very responsible and clean.
Last night I brought him for a ride, stopped on a deserted
street, shut off the van and told him to trade places with me.
Yes, he has his driver's permit, and I let him take the wheel
for the first time on the street.
Being very careful, listening attentively, yet I can still
see he's extremely nervous, sweat pouring off his brow.
A new horizon has opened for him as his life begins to expand,
I'm so very proud of him, my son is growing into quite a man.
Admitting that as he drove down Central Avenue in traffic,
several times he caused my heart to slip up into my throat
for seconds of a minute.
But on the whole he was a very good driver, we did get home
in one piece and without a single accident.
Pride I feel for him is out in the open for everyone to see
and hear for I enjoy bragging about him to all I meet.
It's really wonderful to have such a beautiful baby and watch
him grow to manhood.
It is a blessing given especially to Mothers as they grow
older, for they do watch their children mature more often
than the Fathers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem