A mother serves her sugar with
A bit of peppermint
To clarify the passages
That carry what she meant
When she first set to bear a soul
Quite separate from her own,
Whom she would cherish, yet must teach
To live and die alone.
I''m So Glad That God Gave Me A Son Like You.
I''m So Proud To Have You As A Son.
I See A Little More Of Me In You With Each passing Year.
No Matter How Many Birthdays Come And Go, You''ll Always Be My Little Boy.
