My Son… Poem by John F. Bisner Ureña.

Innocent secret in the happiness of a child,
attentive hope in the still heart of Being,
rich breath of modest laughter of enthusiasm,
daily chores do not judge with their eyes,
tender benevolence in warm contemplation...

To be and to be full in the joy of simplicity,
childlike soul that beats strongly when playing,
pure feeling without selfishness shows itself unique,
genuine thinking serene in sweet dreams,
total love shown by an Almighty,
beautiful words spoken by the lips
gentle from generous parents...,
'My son.'

John Bisner Ureña.