Danny The gentlest giant in my story Was once a tiny thought Who grew into a plan And, nine months later, reality I was sure from the beginning That his name would be Daniel That he would be special That he would be my joy That I would love him dearly And now he amazes me A grown-up, a tall man With laughter in his eyes He puts his arms around me Pats me with those huge hands But, as always, he says "I love you, Mama" No matter how old he is He'll always be Danny to me My little boy Poetry