My Boy Grows Up Poem by Ima Ryma

When you born being a boy,
A poor and single Mom I was.
You were my first bundle of joy.
I was kind of concerned becuz
You would grow up without a Dad.
But you are growing up just fine.
A wonderful life we have had.
I am so grateful you are mine.
As you grow into your teen years,
A lot of changes you will feel.
Within you may come stressful fears.
With all such I will help you deal.

As you grow up I hope you'll be
Always willing to talk with me.