In shadows cast by towering trees so grand,
I strive to be the son you hope to see.
With gentle heart and steady, guiding hand,
I reach for heights of what I long to be.

I stumble, fall, yet rise with strength anew,
To meet the challenges that come my way.
In every step, my love for you shines through,
A beacon guiding me from night to day.

Though imperfect, I aim to make you proud,
To honor all the lessons that you've taught.
In every deed, your wisdom is endowed,
A legacy of love and care, uncaught.

So here I stand, your son in word and deed,
Forever striving to be all you need.
© w.Castleman