Beloved second born of mine,
Your wit and humor are divine;
Not ceasing to amaze,
Your smile rivals sun’s rays.
You walk with violin and bow,
Sports, parties you’ve had to forego;
Committed to ideals,
You cede an even keel.
As we trod this life of unknowns,
Your sense of justice are loud sones;
Ignorant peers bemoan,
Your rationale full grown.
My nerves and heart are overwrought,
On those occasions when I thought,
My love -passion – crested,
Stern words manifested.
Although the moon may wax and wane,
Effort and ache are not in vain;
Their eyes – of not import,
Your own dreams you must court.