Thinking back to yesterday in the early morn,
The hills and valleys all green with spring.
In dazzling splendor my only son was born,
An awesome happiness his presence did bring.

I wished for him a life of happiness, and abounding love,
I Prayed for God to hold and nourish his soul.
And as I look at the splendor of the mountains above,
I know that he must have been set as a mold.

He's not a little boy in a blue blanket anymore,
He's a man grown up tall, straight and fine.
He has a deep respect for his fellow man, that I adore,
And I'm so happy that this son, My son is mine.

Copyright © Pearlie Duncan Walker
Written by Pearlie Walker on May 20, 1999
Dedicated to Rick for his birthday May 22th.

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