My son wearily looks up at me,

with snot dripping out his nose you see.

His eyes ask, “Daddy, am I ok?”

And to him, this is what I say:

When life tries to hit you, hurt you, wear you down, you can never let it see you frown.

And I finish this rhyme by making you a pact:

When I say I’ll be there for you understand I will leave no stone left unturned, no promises left intact.