Only 7 pounds, hair almost white.

He really was a unique sight.

Tiny fingers and tiny toes.

A pressure mark above that tiny nose.

Looked like a little raccoon, he did.

I just knew he was gonna be a fery unique kid.

Always was a child full of wonder.

He would move the rocks to see what was under.

Smiles that would melt my sternest mood.

At times a bit picky, when it came to food.

For the most part he was good a gold.

But he could tell stories that were oh so bold.

Like, "a big wind came in and blew out my toys"

This was during nap time.  Boys will be boys.

Ah then came school days.

On parents day teachers would sing his praise.

"He's so sweet" they would say.

Not much to talk about...he always got A's.

He was even helpful around our town.

Building bikes for others and never would frown.

Paying back what the Shriners did

By volunteering at the circus when still just a kid.

I was too lenient most folks would say.

Like when I let 3 teens go across the country one day.

Gray hairs? Yeah he gave me a few.

But the pride in my heart just grew and grew.

At seventeen he signed with Uncle Sam.

He won honors for,as he said, " being who I am."

Now he is overseas fighting a war.

I know this military man is my little boy no more.

So I sit at my comp and write from my heart.

Remembering his life from the very start.

You see, the degree of my love he may never know

Today he is not just my son, he is also my hero.

**May God bless our tropps and their mothers.