Its you...my son....

Its you whom I see, my son,
In every being that I care for...

Its you whom I feel
In every touch that I long for...

Its you whom I hear
In every rhythm that I dance for.....

Its your tenderness that I smell
In every fragrance that I yearn for....

Its your naivety that I see
In every word of harshness that I pain for....

I have not borne you my son, not yet,
But you are my reason to live for......
And its you who has made this world a better place for me to live for......