My son is the sun, heir to the air
I listen to him hum a hymn
To see him happy is my life’s wish
Like pouring a kettle of love to the brim
Truly, he is one who won my heart
I wipe a tear of joy from my eye
No prophet who could profit more
Just from having him nearby
My son, my sun, could’ve chosen any mum
So thank you for choosing me
My son, my sun
Your Ma loves you eternally
– Cronin Detzz (c) 2015
Cronin Detzz "Writer's Block" 