My Son, Here I Stand from a Far and Watch you: a poem By John McKinley Pride Jr
I see something through my son I never ever saw through my own eyes before.
I see a beauty
I see a trust
I see a love
I see an interest in the things I never did.
I see ethics and morals, I see hard work and pride in the home I once left as a childe.
My kin loving him so as they did me when I was in his shoes; we only have one chance to grab it; only one chance to love those around us before they leave us in this world.
By John M. Pride Jr