Son, let me tell you this honestly;
I started loving you unconditionally
from the moment I heard your very first cry.
You became, instantly, the apple of my eye.
Son, my love for you is beyond measure.
To me, you are an invaluable treasure.
To me, all the gold, silver and
precious stones mean nothing.
precious stones mean nothing.
Having you makes me feel as though
I were the wealthiest king!
I were the wealthiest king!
Dear son, you are the light of my darkest nights,
And also the lighthouse of my stormy nights.
Son, I will never cease loving you.
'Til my last breath, so I will do.
Then, the day will come for me to leave you.
But my love for you will remain, I promise you!
Patrick A. Scott
Pinegreenwoods Poetry Path
