To my son, I hope you never know all I endured, to watch you grow.
May your eyes always sparkle,
may your innocence remain –
and when life gets hard
may you still be the same.
A woman is a mother, may you treat her with love,
because my son if you hurt her, you will be punished from above.
My baby has had to become a man so fast,
to make up for the absent father left in the past.
I look at you and with tears in my eyes
pray you never hurt me too, with selfishness and lies.
My son, I gave up so much so you would not go without,
as to my part in mistakes I made, I have no doubt –
but I pray one day you forgive and understand,
and that you make this mother proud to call you a man.