The Hawk
Once there was a little boy, who’s face looked up
with pride and joy. "When I grow up" began his monologue, "I’ll buy you
things from this catalog".
His Mom looked down, knew he was special, with a
hug they begin to wrestle. She knew his heart was made of gold, and oh,
those eyes that made you fold.
Even through his teen age years, he spared his Mom
of all the tears. Instead he gave her laughter and joy, with pride she’d
say, "he’s my boy".
She watched him grow into a man, so quick to lend
a helping hand. To anyone he found in need, an exceptional man, yes indeed.
He gives of himself, as few will do, I wish that
you could know him too. With love and pride, I can talk, Cause "he’s my
boy, the man named Hawk".
Happy Birthday Son!
With Love, Mom
Grandma's
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