I remember that day so well,
I was there,
There when this tiny little human being came,
Came into my life.
He was late of course,
His mum had to have castor oil
Just to make him appear quicker,
But he came
Came into my life,
This so called bundle of joy.
This bundle of joy
Who mixed the tea and coffee together,
Who put toys into the drawer of the washing machine
So I had to take it apart,
This little man who didn’t stop all day.
But this little man was special,
So special to me.
I never once let him win
At anything,
And when that day came
When he beat me,
Beat me at draughts,
It was one of the proudest days of my life,
He beat me of his own accord.
And all through his life
He has done things
Of his own accord,
Beating me at many things now.
This little boy of mine
Now a forty six year old
Six foot four man
Of whom I am so proud,
He is married to a wonderful lady
And I have two super grandchildren.
So although I never let him win
It helped him to win in life,
Into this fine life he now has.
Our love between us is tangible,
Mind you,
He still can’t beat me at Backgammon!