Picture Of My Son – Change to lower case

Picture Of My Son   Change to lower case short poem

Photo by Chris Hunkeler

I picture you with clarity of vision,
I picture you with faith and spirit;
I picture you accomplishing the mission,
I picture you with character and merit.

I picture you with inner peace and stability,
I picture you fighting for the weak;
I picture you living with humility,
I picture you humble and meak.

I picture you listening and not just hearing,
I picture you steadfast with integrity;
I picture you with the quality of healing,
I picture you with sound judgement and identity.

I picture you loyal than the conflict,
I picture you with honor and courage;
I picture you discipline and strict,
I picture you feeding the malnourished.

I picture you rising above the fall,
I picture you being all you can be;
I picture you working hard for it all,
I picture you, not me!

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