a poem to my son willie d. tinsley,3rd

HE STARTED THIS JURNEY ON A HOT JULY DAY,
A HANSUME LITTLE BOY, I MUST HAVE TO SAY
HIS HAIR WAS SHORT, BUT LOOKED NICELY STYLED
I HAD ME A MAN, BOY THAT MAD ME SO PROUD
HE WASNT OUR FIRST BORN, BUT I WAS SCARED MOST OF ALL
HIS MAMA TO DELIVER, WILE THE DOCTOR FLIRTTED IN THE HALL
WILBOR WAS COMMING THERE WAS NO WAY OUT NOW
I THOUGHT I WOULD HAVE TO DO IT, AND DIDNT KNOW HOW
I YELLED FOR THE DOCTOR, AND WHEN HE CAME NEER
MY MAN WAS A COMMING, I COULD SEE IN THE MIRROR
THERE I WAS STANDING THERE AT PAMS SIDE,
THERE WAS OUR BOY, OUR TREASHER ,AND PRIDE
I KISSED PAM GENTLY, AND WIPED SOME TEARS FROM MY FACE
AND BOWED MY HEAD AND THANKED GOD FOR HIS GRACE
THEY MOVED US FROM ONE ROOM, RITE INTO ANOTHER
MY DADDY WAS IN THERE ON THE PHONE WITH MY MOTHER
UP TO THAT POINT I NEVER SEEN DADDY CRY
BUT WHEN HE LOOKED UP THERE WAS A TEAR IN HIS EYE
HE WAS SO PROUD IN HIS CUT OFF JEANS
HIS WIFE BEATTER SHIRT, A TRUE MAN OF NO MEANS
WHEN HE ASK ME HIS NAME, HE SMILED AND LOOKED AT ME.
I SAID ITS AFTER US, ITS WILLIE D NUMBER THREE.
HE PATTED PAMS LEG, HUGGED ME AND LEFT US THERE ALONE
I THEN FOUND MEMA TALKING TO PAPA ON THE PHONE.
MEMA AND DADDY WAS THE ONLY ONES THERE
I THANK GOD FOR THEM, FOR THIS TIME TO SHARE
DADDY IS GONE BUT HIS MEMORYS WILL LAST
ITS IN YOUR BLOODLINE THAT OUR NAMES PASS.
AND MABY SOME DAY, GOD WILL BLESS YOU MORE
ILL BE THERE WHEN YOU TELL ME, WILLIE D NUMBER FOUR.
WELL THIS IS YOUR POEM, I GIVE IT TO YOU,
I SIGN IT WITH LOVE WILLIE D NUMBER TWO,