To my son,
I first met you 25 years ago,
When you were just an innocent piece of flesh.
Still, I am the only person who will ever love you.
Since then, I have watched you grow
From an incompetent infant into an incapable young man.
Still, I am the only person who will ever be proud of you.
As a baby, your skin had a refreshing glow
Which has since turned to pus, lumps, and stubble.
Still, I am the only person who will ever want to look at you.
Love,
Your mother
The Pulp Press 