Growing

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.