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How fare thee my oldest child, my son?
You are ever in my mind as one
Who when born gave me such joy
A wonderful and delightful little boy.

You were a very big baby as common
To diabetic mothers, a ten pound one.
How sweet, precious, and treasured,
This little babe full of love measured.

As you grew and later had a brother,
You constantly alarmed your grandmother
As you tried to boss this other little guy.
She watched you both with a loving sigh.

As time went along and your personality
Was shaped into a very quiet individuality,
Most rarely knew what you were thinking,
But to me you would talk without ceasing.

You are your father’s child and I think
You may not agree with this link,
That others see much of him in you.
Just be careful because it’s true.

Nineteen years apart, we kind of grew
Up together, a young mom and you.
Well you’ve gotten much older now,
I have a kid over 40 so wow!

Well age is just a number they say
It’s just what you make of it each day.
We just have to cherish each moment
To avoid regrets or desire to augment.

What else to say about my oldest offspring?
A mother’s love to him would bring
An understanding that forever will endure
Any diversity, and will surely cure.