My Son (10″x20″)

I remember when you were a little boy, an extension of my very being.

My every movement belonged to you.

One evening, when I called you to supper, you came to the table all grown up.

Where did all the in-between go?

Suddenly, I was to let you go.

Now, I should always call you ‘my son’, but…

in my heart, you’ll always be..

my little boy.