A Mom's Poem

A careful Mom I ought to be,

A little fellow follows me.

I do not dare to go astray,

For fear he will go the same way.

Not once can I escape his eyes,

whatever he see's me do he tries.

Like me he says he wants to be,

that little boy that follows me.

I must remember as I go,

Through summer sun and winter snow,

I am molding for the years to be.

That little boy who follows me.

(Uncle Ben's Quotebook)