Anthony

My son. It's different with a boy.
Again a special sort of joy.
Light of my life he often was,
But bane of my existance too.
As are all males, I think that's true.

I loved him very very much
But soon he caused me greatest pain
I ever had. Australia called,
He went, not to return again

For sixteen years he's now been gone.
He's been home twice and I've been there.
It's lovely and I cannot blame
He's happy and that joy I share.

But now, he almost is a stranger.