You, my son, are tall-grown now
Yet, purity in you is seen, somehow
You have pals many esteeming you
Assuring to abide eternally near you
You feel a vague shyness to face me
Though, surely, you awfully love me
I don’t feel hurt for your way, any way
As I was once just the same way

You’ve attained your sixteen today
Your boyhood slowly fading away
You’ll have, many revels of the same
That should, surely, be your aim
I’ve got your room well adorned
To celebrate this day full-fledged
Best of clothes, edibles, and cake
All well-prepared for your sake
Mom has surprises for you as well
I know you’ll like them very well

Though I’m not on the rich-men-list
I know I can give you my very best
Many are delightfully gift-packed
Attractive too as they are purchased
There is a no-packed unseen thing
You may not tangibly see or feeling
That’s the love from my heart, my son
Hovering over all the gifts finely seen
That tells you always I’m for you
I’ve loved; and always will love you…