He hadn’t yet entered my mind
Today my son is 15 years old
And the words are hard to find
I don’t know how he looked
Or how he sounded as a baby
I imagine he had a pretty tough time
But he was strong, maybe
Now he has become a young adult
Big, with ideas all his own
Yet I can’t help but wonder
About the tiny seeds that were sown
What did he come from?
What did he face?
A history and mystery that’s his
Today we celebrate his birth
Who he was and who he is
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