Coming in this world crying, but bringing joy

blessed were you all, to concieve a baby boy.

On the sweet, calming nights

when everything felt right,

then the baby would whine 

until it was daylight.

How did the parents take it? What did they do?

That baby cried til his face turned blue,

nevertheless his parents would whisper,

"Son, I love you."

 

His mommy cleaned his boo-boos

his daddy tied his tennis shoes

baby boy could walk,

it was just he would not talk.

His parents cared for him, did their parent duties

meanwhile baby boy ran from girls with cooties.

Mommy looks and says, "These are the years we're going to miss."

With daddy replying, "It sure as heck better get better than this."

 

Over some time, and a few years

the baby boy was sheading far less tears.

He started to face his fears.

Falling off his bike, to talking to that girl he liked

this baby boy was no longer a tyke.

But ever sometime 

he would still whine

when his parents used a belt to get him in line.

Baby boy might've grew,

but his parents anger did too

as they disciplined him they still screamed,

"I still love you!"

 

Today this baby boy has become a young man

And through his parents love, he's got a life to plan.

Who might he be? Oh can't you see?

That little baby boy was only me.

So many fast years 

accompanied by tons of tears,

but also jumbles of joy

lovingly and jokingly my parents will say, "You're still our baby boy."

I ask them how did they do it? And other questions thereof

Their reply was simple: "You'd do anything for the ones that you love."

"What about you? How did you handle us? Be true!"

My only reply:

"Because I love you, too."