For as I look
Or as you stand,
I know that you are
Every inch a man.
Though short in stature
And low in strength,
I know that you are
By what good deed's meant.
For a man is short
Or a man is tall,
A man is a man
By what I recall.
A man can be young
Or a man can be old,
A man is a man
By what I've been told.
And as these words were softly spoke
While letting go of her trembling Hand,
I knew at last, what she had known
That her son, was every inch a man.
Randy L. McClave
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