My tears flow-
For the babe I carried in my womb,
For the infant at my breast,
For the child that played at my knees
And the man that pulled me through unrest.
My fears abound-
For the pitfalls in my child's path,
The thorns that'll sting that heart,
For the fears that will assault
And the unknown ways he will chart.
My heart swells-
With pride for my brave-heart,
For the joys of freedom he will find
For the mountains he will climb,
And his lonely journey steadfast.
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