In the gentle glow of morning light,
I see him standing, tall and bright.
A child once cradled in my arms,
Now venturing forth with youthful charms.

Each step he takes, a story unfolds,
As dreams awaken, courageous and bold.
The world a canvas, vast and wide,
He paints his path with hopeful stride.

I watch in awe, as seasons pass,
Witnessing his journey, a looking glass.
The quiet strength behind his eyes,
Reflects the wisdom as he flies.

Though time may steal these fleeting days,
My heart will hold his laughter’s rays.
A son grown up, yet forever dear,
In every triumph, I am near.