Andrew Allan McCarty
Happy Birthday 8-11-09
A mother’s baby is a very sweet thing 
Last of her own lullabies she will sing
In her heart, as a child, he will always stay
With no new baby to pull her away.
She cuddles and holds him until he’s too old.
She spoils a bit and rarely will scold.
You’d think he’d be awful, expecting his way
And thoughtless of others he meets each day.
Yet watching him grow has been quite a surprise
Her baby grows up right before her eyes.
His gentle concern for others all around
His inherent wisdom keeping him ground.
Happy Birthday 8-11-09
A mother’s baby is a very sweet thing 
Last of her own lullabies she will sing
In her heart, as a child, he will always stay
With no new baby to pull her away.
She cuddles and holds him until he’s too old.She spoils a bit and rarely will scold.
You’d think he’d be awful, expecting his way
And thoughtless of others he meets each day.
Yet watching him grow has been quite a surprise
Her baby grows up right before her eyes.
His gentle concern for others all around
His inherent wisdom keeping him ground.
Humble and patient, still he raises the bar 
He sets his sights high, and strides out a far.
He bolsters his strength when he feels beaten down
Honest and open, his wisdom renown.
Friends seek his counsel and his comfort as well
A spirit about him that casts a spell.
He chooses a mission to far distant lands.People of Canada’s fate in his hands
His influence leaving a spark that burns bright
Peoples lives change from the darkness of night;
Into the bright sunlight of hope, faith and truth;
Sparked by his joy and the humor of youth.
I still want to hold him and cuddle him near 
Dry away teardrops and drive away fear
As Samuel was offered to God, for to mold,
This mother is waiting, her baby to hold.
All my love, Mom
