Son
A obedient one with inner thoughts
A more searcher for loneliness than express
A man of his own thoughts with logic
A one with certain philosophies
which can't be altar
You've suffer more than a child
Some physical or more mental
Have found happiness in minor things
Certain ferm of mind showing the way
Ambition's first priority for your consideration
There're rumbles and crumbles in this path
You gave a slapping by deed who made worst
and won the hearts with firm deccesion
You're son who's directed by me with ways
Always remain a mature without much troubles
Guided by spiritual and religious beliefs
I regrets for not providing much of happy childhood
But I'm proud to be mother and express wellness for you.
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