this is just part of about 6 or 8 poems about words i'm giving to my family (kids & ex's & mom & dad) so if you want to know me read who i am

Matt the Hat
with your Yankees Caps

you be my oldest
you be the youngest
of the first three
you be who you be

my first born son
you son of a gun

you were the last
of my first 3
from my past
but you be who you be
and that will last

i left right after you were born
and that's always been a thorn
that i live with
wish i could give
or get, can't forget
those years
those tears
those fears
sumpin' i have to live with
sumpin' i can't forgive

but i cain't
i ain't
gonna try
why
too many years
have passed by
too many tears
don't ask me why?
they just went good-bye

for a long time
we were estragned
lost our ryhtmn...lost our rhyme
ain't it stranged
how Life re-arranged
each in his own time

now you be a man
you take your stand
and i'm proud of you
for all that you do

a husband
a father
but you got much farther
to go
hope you know

i'm here for you
no matter what you do
i will always love you

'cause that's what fathers do
they be true

to their son's or their daughters
thru shoulda's
and woulda's
and oughta's

i'm proud of you Son
you son of a gun
you never cut & run

Matthew i love you
and that be true

just keep doin' what you've done
you son of a gun

but always have fun.