My pride and joy we're a gift to each other,
Thank God I was chosen to be his mother.
A boy with limitations, but does not complain
To smile ear to ear with no reason for shame
A tear in his eye, when I sing him a song
This mother he loves, could do no wrong.
He brings in the sunshine after the rain
When he offers a hug to heal your pain.
My little Greg, my happy little man,
sometimes others just don't understand
You are a gem, one so rare indeed,
You're the perfect example of what we all need.
Feel my love as you continue to grow,
show the world what they don't know
There's a magic you bring into the heart
No one compares...it sets you apart.
You don't know hate, you could do no harm
Your gentle manner is your strongest charm
Life is a struggle, realistically not fair
you will have hardships, more than your share.
You're not afraid, because only you can see
You have a strength that will set you free
'Vigilant' describes the name I chose for you
You will focus and strive in all that you do.
A genius in disguise, he awaits his debut
Thank God for my son, Greg...I love you!
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This is kind of divine love that a mother has for her child whose growth as a man of strength and character is the mission of her mother's life. Thanks for sharing this amazing poem, Sandra. Feel my love as you continue to grow, Your gentle manner is your strongest charm You have a strength that will set you free