Not of my blood, not from my womb
No hospitals, no recovery room
Born of a couple that could not keep
You grew in my heart with love so deep
Into a man you’ve now grown
Oh, how those thirty years have flown
A husband, a father, a firefighter
You always make the world brighter
My son, my hero, my soul, my pride
Tears of joy I have silently cried
From the day they placed you in my arms
I’ve told the world of all your charms
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