A Little Fellow Follows Me

I came across this poem not long ago, though written about fathers and sons, it can easily be applied to me as a mom of daughters/sons too.  I'm thankful for my husband who is a wonderful loving example to our children! 

Graham holding our youngest son Luke, at the top of the Calgary Tower.  

  A LITTLE FELLOW FOLLOWS ME

A careful man I want to be;

A little fellow follows me.

I do not dare to go astray

For fear he’ll go the self-same way.

I cannot once escape his eyes,

Whate’er he sees me do, he tries.

Like me he says he’s going to be;

The little chap who follows me.

He thinks that I’m so very fine,

Believes in every word of mine.

The base in me he must not see;

The little chap who follows me.

I must remember as I go

Through summer’s sun and winter’s snow,

I’m building for the years to be;

The little chap who follows me.