All the things that he'll miss:
Every smile, every laugh,
And every precious kiss.
The first step, the first tooth,
And every one after.
His steps maybe slow,
But they'll only get faster.
Everytime he looks at me,
I love him much more.
His father is the one who
Will make his heart sore.
The things he'll do, the places he'll go,
His father may never even know.
He'll grow into the child I raised him to be
He'll look back and say, "Thanks mom,
You were there for me."
I'll love this child and
Do my very best to give him what
He needs until the day I rest.