“Now may every living thing, young or old,
weak or strong, living near or far, known or
unknown, living or departed or yet unborn,
may every living thing be full of bliss.”
To my little boy
Yet to be born
I do not care if you get my eyes
Nose, ears, or curly hair
You have lived in me
A part of me
My son
We will forever be bound together
The only thing I wish for you
What I hope you will do
Be a better man my son
Than what the world expects you to be
It sets the bar oh so low
For a boy to become a man
As if
That’s all a man can be
But you my child
Are a butterfly in the making
Spreading your wings in the cocoon I weave
Be everything you wish to be
You my darling son
Are born to a man
Who will show you how to be patient and kind
You are born to a woman
Who will do her best to teach you
That doing right is worth doing
You might hear ridicule
That’s what the world does
To souls that do not melt into the crowd
To the lion-hearted who stand apart
I’d rather you be different my son
Than be the man the world expects you to be
Srividya, Writer 
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touching!
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