For My Son
A tiny boy born on a summer's day,
Too young to know the sun's bright ray,
Too young to know his first mother's love,
Too young to know his second mother's need.
The years go flying by to fast,
He's growing into a fine young man,
Loving his mother and his family,
Wondering about his first mother.
One day he is old enough to search,
In his heart he needs to know her,
The truth he needs to know now,
Of why she let him go his other mother.
Five years later his mother finds him,
His questions he can now ask her,
To get to know his roots at last,
From his first mother who loves him.