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My Son

I diapered your behind,

And listened to you whine.

I held your hand;

When you could not stand.

I fed your little belly;

With bread and apple jelly.

I rocked you to sleep;

When you would weep.

Your very first word;

Was by me heard.

I taught you to talk,

And helped you to walk.

I sent you to school,

And gave you the rules.

I helped with the lesson,

And put on the dressing.

Taught you about God,

And how to till the sod.

We gave you a car,

And thought you were a star.

Listened when you complained,

And gave you our name.

You married another;

Still I am your mother.

We love you now today,

So what more could I say!

Written by: Lena Ayer Kittrell

Background: Photo of Troy's Tractor

He has won many trophies with this 560 International Tractor.

Midi "Rocin" by: Lena Ayer Kittrell

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