He Won, My Son
My little baby has grown up so fast
That infant is now a grown man.
Oh how I wanted that moment to last
But guess it`s all part of Gods plan.
I am so proud of my gentle son
To whom life has not been too kind.
`Though he has reached the age thirty-one
He is still my boy in my mind.
Not long ago he was dealt a blow
Yet he did not rant, rave or cry.
The big C it hit him, way down below
He hit back and kissed it goodbye.
He was so brave and didn`t give in
A fighter who said I`ll survive.
No way the big C was beating him
I will beat it he said and I`ll live.
He beat it, he won, yes that is my son
I shout from the rooftops with glee
That is my baby, you hear everyone
I`m so proud of him don`t you see.
My special laddie your birthday is here
May all of your wishes come true.
God grant you never again will know fear
And remember my son I love you.
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