I wonder who my son will be
While he’s lying next to me.
Will he fight for what is right
Using his intellect and his might?
Will he stand up for the timid and shy?
Or watch silently as long as he’s passed by?
Raising a small boy
Into a strong man
Is no easy endeavor
But strive and try
Toil and teach
That’s a momma’s job
Never ending and often quite hard.