Are you proud of me

**As I look at his eyes, it’s so pure,
Filled with innocence and kindness.
He always loved smiling, and it was so priceless.

I wonder if he would be proud of me.
I wonder if he saw what I became, would he think I’m a protégé?

He was only 5 when that picture was taken,
Not sure where his life was headed.
He was always a cry baby,
And just a curious boy.
He liked music and playing with toys.

You see, that kid was so funny yet so kind.
That kid, overcrowded with kindness, sometimes he would get blind.

I love him so much, I hope he’s happy with me.
To my inner child, I hope you’re happy.
I hope one day I work so hard to keep you happy.
I hope one day you can do things we couldn’t afford to do and be happy.
I hope you will be truly happy.**