I’m writing this for you, my son, to try to let you know
how very much you’ve meant to me, as I have watched you grow.
Since it’s a very special day,
for now you’re 21,
I’d like to tell how very much you’ve meant to me,
When you were just a baby boy,
although I had the chance,
I didn’t even take the time
to change your dirty pants.
I didn’t take the time with you
for giggling and fun.
I never took the time to say
“I’m proud of you, my son.”
It seems like only yesterday
when you were very small,
and you’d look at your dad
and say “I’ll never be that tall”.
With football in your freshman year
they’d knock you down and then
t’would only be a second
and you’re right back up again.
I’d watch as they would knock you down,
and tears came to my eyes.
I watched as you would hold your own
against those great big guys.
When you became a senior
and you’d grown strong and tall,
you always did the perfect job
of handling that ball.
Again the tears came to my eyes
– but they were tears of joy,
for it was only yesterday
he was a little boy.
You are no longer small,
-in fact you’re almost family-size.
You’ve grown to be a man, my son;
you’re gentle, strong and wise.
So now I close this little poem;
I took the time I had,
to tell you I am proud to be
the man you call your “Dad”.
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Spencer went on with Football Scholarship to College.
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