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My Son
Hold him a little longer,
Rock him a little more.
Tell him another story
(You’ve only told him four).
Let him sleep on your shoulder,
Rejoice in his happy smile.
He is only two and a half
For such a little while

Our Son
There’s nothing like the blessing
Of a little baby boy
To fill your home with sunshine
And fill your heart with joy.
With hugs and bugs and footballs,
Baseballs, toys and grins,
You’ll cherish all the memories
That you will share with him.
Take the time to walk and talk,
To share his dreams and plans.
All too soon your little boy
Will grow to be a man.

One Small Son

One small hand to hold in yours,
One small face to smile,
One wet kiss as he says “good-night”
One small child.
Catch the moment, put it in your heart
The years too soon will fly.
These are precious moments,
more than money can buy.
Two small arms to hold you tight,
Two small feet to run,
Two small eyes full of love for you,
One small son.
Catch the moment and put it in your heart
and never let it go.
Save it for the years to come,
when he, too will know.
One small hand to hold in his
One small face to smile.
One small kiss and she says “good-night”
One small child.

You don’t raise heros, you raise sons.
And if you treat them like sons,
they’ll turn out to be heros,
even if it’s just in your own eyes.


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