The Boy

There is a boy, who follows me;
His heart's desire: to fill my shoes;
Whate'er I am, he longs to be;
The things I do, he too, will do.

The words I speak, I hear him say;
My gestures, too, he emulates.
When I am kind or hate display,
he, too, then helps, or then berates.

So for his sake, I strive to be
the best that I know how to be,
for as he grows, he watches me,
and what he sees me be, he'll be.

©James Garner 15 Jan 2007