A baby's born and no one knows
How life will treat him as he grows.
Parents nurture and protect,
Not knowing what they can expect.
There’ll be problems, joys and tears
Scattered through the passing years,
Every milestone firmly etched
More than all the times he kvetched.
Childhood days will somehow end
And time together you did spend
Will disappear into the past,
Your baby an adult at last.
This knowledge might just give you pause.
I think of this today because
This is the date my now-grown son
Was born, our family just begun.
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