My First Born

I gave birth to a bright eyed pink baby boy.

Until that time I knew no joy.

He is beautiful from head to toe

I wonder when he grows up

will he know friend from foe

He’s all grown up now and dark as night.

Still beautiful with eyes that shine bright.

He’ll keep his head up and do the right thing

He already knows the sorrow that he brings

He’ll hear his parents whispering to him

and praying for his soul at night,

He’ll see himself in his father’s bright eyes

He’ll be alright with whatever he has to do

because one thing he knows for sure,

His family’s love for him is pure