My Son on His Graduation
A little tiny baby boy, born in 1997,
a gift of God from heaven.
Eighteen years, with a thousand fears,
for us parents, lots of prayers.
Yet countless joyful times.
Standing so proud and tall.
We will never forget, not at all.
Memories flash before us
As we stop and think of you
If we could turn back the hands of time
That's the first thing we would do...
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