Steven Reeve - A Sons Love

A son’s love last’s forever,
It never goes away,
Though he be near,
Or on a distant shore far away.

He knows his enemies,
He knows his friends,
And yet he knows another,
His own sweet mother.

He knows where to turn,
When he is down and blue,
To that precious mother,
Sweeter than the morning dew.

She who bore him,
Commands his love,
Whenever she is in need,
He’ll fly like a dove.

Steven Reeve

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