A mothers pride begins with
Nine months of anticipation
A moment of pain and
That first touch of affection

It grows
each day with those long night of restlessness
When that infant cry's for affection
And a simple touch of protection

It's with her when he takes that first step
With imperfection
that second step towards direction
And that final step with perfection

Its never shadowed
when he falls into deception
For tommorow will bring
Towards the right direction

However today his triumph will be known
And a story will be told
About his great success

His achievements have been great
And though the trial has been hard
He has managed to conquer all