My Boy

My Boy

God made me Mom to you,
Blessed I am to have you,
Beautiful I feel with you,
Love I am in with you..

Born on the 1st of a day,
Thirteen is what you are today,
Number one for me all the days,
Bringing joy to me every day..

These numbers keep add on
Our arguments will roll on
You might be teen as on
I remain your pillar as you go on..

I am biggest critic of you,
I am the supporter of you,
Always find me with you,
Never I go far from you..

Remain the kind soul you are,
Always true to all so far,
Cross all the bars,
As you are born to be a Star,

Sky is what you have to reach,
I shall go on to preach,
Never I stop my speech,
To see you at the success peak..

 Happy Birthday to my Boy!!

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