To all parents who have a son, this poem is for you. 

To My Little Son

In your face I sometimes see

Shadowings of the man to be;

And eager, dream of what my son

Will be in twenty years and one.

But when you are to manhood grown,

And all your manhood ways are known,

Then shall I, wistful, try to trace

The child you once were in your face?

-Julia Johnson Davis

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