My son, when you were fifteen
and in school.
You painted me a portrait
that was true.
To show your love for me.
It was so beautiful
and came out so good.
You used oils on a giant canvass,
one that would last.
I still have it in my home.
A treasure I will cherish so.
Thank you, my son
for giving it to me.
What a miracle to see it again.
Now you're all grown,
and becoming a preacher man.
Teaching God's Word
through the land.
Here is the image
of long ago.
Mom misses you.
May God bless you
wherever you go.
Son, I'm so proud of you.
Dedicated to my son Martin DeMatteo Jr.
