O Son of Mine,
Pure bundle of joy,
You have brought light into my world,
Joy into my life, and meaning into my days.
You have blossomed into a flower,
Beauty dwells in your eyes,
Sweet innocence pours out of your mouth,
And I am purified by your light.
Yet I weep,
For your sweet smile is destined to fade,
Your unbridled joy will suffocate with pain,
When you see this world that I live in.
You, my own, will then be owned
By the law of life,
Your beautiful frame will be bent by experience
Of joy that is truly pain.
-Samuel Godfrey George
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