My youngest son!

Okay, now my cheeky boy, Yes I saw you throw that toy!
Don't you think that I cant see, what you try to hide from me!
Don't you stand and blame your brother, or your sister, try another!
Yes you are the cheeky clown, racing halfway round the town!
Mischeif thats your second name, trouble yes that is your game!
Yes now on the day of birth, you did show your side of worth!
Full of life right from the start, Propped up in your brothers cart!
Always side by side with Dad, Yes your tools you always had!
Trotting round fixing things, Yelling out "ouch mum that stings"!
Now you too have made your mark, now no more scared of the dark!
All grown up, and overseas, with your brother there to tease!
Not so long held in my arms, cute wee face so full of charms!
Oh the time it goes so fast, to skip just once back to the past!
To see my boy needing me, saying : mum! see me, see me!
But those days they're far from me, now just in my memory!
Now I look, I see a man, Do anything? Oh yes he can!
Oh yes, and just as proud of you, my youngest, now a man now too!
Your mothers love will always be, Just right there for you to see!