My son

 I’m proud of him, he did not cry

At times he makes me angry
But then I think, he’s just a boy

Full of mischief and full of joy
His questions will begin with why 

Then I realise that he’s not shy
When I was eight I only knew

Of Cowboys, Indians and thank you

     

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