There is only one son for me
Only one boy who made my head turn.
Who held me close,and touched my face
Before his childhood ran out,
There is only one.
We do not not choose the moments
Not he or I
But there they are
Looking back
And peering forward.
We do not choose
When hand reaches heart
And heart reaches beyond
We are, all of us, beholden
To our place, our caste,
And, so, we shake hands
And wish each other well.
I am better for our path together
And this, I know,
My only son
What a proud moment for you both, and would that every father was as capable of expressing his love for his children as you are! He's a most fortunate young man; well done to both of you!
