My Son Poem by suja nair

My dear Son, you are our future, your are our dream,
You are our hope, You are the source of our life,
You are our walking stick, our Life.......

It is through you that our lost childhood is enjoyed,
You are our inspiration, You are our Joy,
You make us happy, with all the pranks you play.....

Dear, our last days of life, depends on you, Your future,
A day was there when we held your tiny finger,
and thought you to walk......
A day will come when you must hold our hand
and help us to walk......
Then my child, don't hesitate..........
Because we will be totally dependent on you......

Money, Money is nothing, when old.....
A loving hand, a caring look.....
A thoughtful deed, An understanding talk
A source of confidence, A feeling.....
that you are our SON.......is all what is needed,
During the last laps of our life..........