The El Paso moon was bright that night,
When my Little Man came to be.
I thanked the Lord he was alive,
Yet so tiny, and such a sight to see,
My Little Man.
Since he was early,
He would not only survive,
But to the fullest he did thrive.
My Little Man.
Somehow, I thought of him back then in haste
That my Little Man would always be.
Nevertheless, the sands of time have erased
For my Little Man has grown and
My Little Man no more is he.
There have been so many proud moments
He has accomplished so much of life’s goals.
He has grown with much wisdom, righteousness, and knowledge,
Makes you wonder just how fast time has slipped away.
My beautiful Man, my Son.
Robert Collazo, written on 9/24/08
