This is a non-military poem about my son, Tom. It means a lot to me so careful with the comments. Nice criticism welcome, as always. MY SON I never knew what life meant, Until the stork the gift sent, Hair of gold and eyes of blue, Apple cheeks and dimples too. I love you, little man. I think of holding you in my hands, A prince, but not of earthly lands, An angel dressed up in a nappy, How could I know that I'd be this happy? I love you, little man. Daddy now is not a soldier, Maybe you'll be, when you're older? But now just laugh and play and run, A man's no man without a son. I love you, little man. Now I don't see you as much as I'd like, To push on the swing and help with your bike. And I'm all alone with the TV and Stella, While you're back at home, with your Mum and her fella. Still I love you, little man.