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Fortunate I am to have a son like you
who reaches out to the world
with a heart of kindness,
a quality of mercy like gold.
A mother's fortune is her son.
You laugh at life's foibles,
in diligence prepare yourself
to be the best you can be
yet lend a hand to those who stumble.
I love everything about you,
my sweet son, now a grown man.
Your strong arms lift the burdens
from my stooped shoulders.
Your mind makes me puff with pride
as you work through situations
which would devastate another.
Day by day you create yourself
as if you were both yarn and hook,
crocheting an intricate pattern
uniquely your own, yet part of me.
Love remains the gift no one can steal,
blessed by God in healing waters,
joining us by love and faith.
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