You are almost fifteen,
But mature beyond your years
Though still very young
Your golden character appears.
A gift we received a few years ago
I was going to share a little part,
But you said, “They need it more, give all!”
Then two years passed,
And you joined the cross country team,
When in a race your classmate fell, you stopped to help,
With no thought of your dream.
Another time you wisely spoke
When you told me that my bitter words
Would not change the past but only guilt bestow.
So it is to you my son
That this poem with love I write
You are the shining example
On how to live right.