I look at you my firstborn son,

Filled with pride, for all you’ve done.

There you stand over six feet tall,

Years of memories, we share them all.

A mothers love so tender and pure,

Will last forever, that’s for sure.

I nurtured you, and held you tight,

And soothed your cries into the night.

I walked the floor and stroked your brow,

Often stopping to question, how?

I would open my arms when the time was right,

And release you to; the transitional flight.

From a tiny infant so meek and mild,

To an innocent toddler, cheeky and wild…

An inquisitive boy finding his way;

To a studious teenager with lots to say.

You found a strength inside of you,

A self belief to carry you through,

A passionate vision for a better life,

To free yourself from trouble and strife.

You’re inspiring, intelligent, witty too,

Easily excelling in all that you do.

Respected by friends and family alike,

A far cry from, that little tyke.

It’s been a while since you left the fold,

‘Though our treasured memories I’ll dearly hold.

A mother’s love is yours for life,

Regardless of you taking a wife.

I was blessed the day God gave to me,

My new born baby; the first of three.

Without a doubt it’s plain to see…

What a wonderful son you’ve proved to be.

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“First born Son”

By Jane Gill-Wilson

11th October 2010