As I see you grow 
And see what you know 
Then being so proud 
Of what you can do now 
As I remember the times 
That you would whine
And cries thought with no end in mind
Then now as I look upon you today
I am proud of you 
To call you my boy my son
So now teach your boy 
What I have taught you 
Believe that you can be proud
 Of him as I was with you                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    