I see you standing there,
Alone and afraid.
I take your hand,
But you don’t know I’m there.
I can feel your pain,
From deep within.
But I just look at you and grin.
You’ll never know I’m here.
But I always will be.
I will be your shade,
In the hot summer sun.
I will be the wind,
That cools your face.
I will be the memory,
That gives you a warm embrace.
You may not be able to see me.
But I will always be here.
When you win your first football game,
I will be the one that cheers.
And when you decide,
It’s time to leave home,
I will be the one to cry,
As you tell your father Good-bye.
I have always been told,
That the best gift a parent can give,
Is roots to guide you,
And wings to fly.
So know this my son,
The day you were born,
You received your roots.
And when the day comes,
That you are ready to use your wings,
I may not be here,
But I will always help you fly.
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