Hope For My Son

Tiny child, my first

Born, my son, my hope,

Holding you filled my

Heart with love,

Not often, busy child,

Could I hold your hand,

School was often a

Social struggle but you

Found your joy in

Band and theatre,

When you left home,

Moving away with your

Own baby and partner,

You took my heart filled

With hope for your

Future to be one of

Love and joy.

By Gail Constable

From: Canada