the art of raising another man son

It's said life is defined by moments,
Small breaths that you forget to count,
But raising a child is something else.
The first steps, first words.
To see him kick the ball, drive that toy car.
The first day at school and probably his first heart break.
These are moments you'll forever cherish and hold dear,
Deep in parts of your heart that no else will ever find.
Despite the knowledge of knowing his not yours,
Yet you love him without question.
That's the art of raising another man son.

You give him your all, your love and your life.
A gamble against time.
You could be raising a snake that might turn and bite you.
Yet you put your hand in either way.
You only hope that he'll love you too just the same.
He'll love you till the grave,
And when time comes he'll choose you in the end.
Uncertainty of the future will eat you whole.
Despite that you also have to learn to raise him as your own.
Maybe it's not blood that define what's a father,
Maybe it's how you raise a son that makes you a father.
But it's never an easy feat to raise a son.
It's just as scary as raising your daughter to be another man wife.
But you endure the trials and tribulations.
You learn to rape and abuse your fear,
And raise him either way.
This is the art of raising another man son.