I gave birth to you, a tiny baby,
a bundle of joy
You were mine for a while
As God had made it clear that you belong to Him
While I was caring for your new born brother
You were busy copying the ABC
From the newspapers sprawled on the floor
You were not even four
As any new parents,
with you I made the most mistakes
It’s only by the grace of God you are who you are today.
And now, my first born, my eighteen year old
Is he ready to be his own man?
i guess he is, now that he is going to serve his country for the next two years.
