Thirty-two years ago to the day,

I welcomed a beautiful baby into my world.

He was the joy and pride of my life 

And soon, became my identity. 

I watched him grow into a man,

Just an everyday regular guy

Who fussed about nothing 

Yet discussed everything.

With a grin on his face 

And usually unfazed 

He learnt to keep it going.

So when the going got tough

“It’s all good,” he would retort 

Comforting my weary soul. 

Now that we are here again,

Another birth date in memory

And your angel date a story.

Your birthday will be no different

It was the day you made me a proud mother.