Parental Pride Poem by Richard Willard Armour

Parental Pride



My day-old son is plenty scrawny,
his mouth is wide with screams, or yawny;
His ears seem larger than he's needing,
His nose is flat, his chin's receding.
His skin is very, very red,
He has no hair upon his head,
and yet I'm proud as proud can be,
To hear you say he looks like me.

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