My son!

From AI,

Thank you for sharing such a heartfelt and vivid reflection. I’ve shaped your words into a poetic form that preserves the emotional depth and everyday beauty of your bond with your son:

🌅 Dream of My Son

In morning’s hush, he came to me�"
My son, in dream, so tenderly.
“Why BTech, Mom?” he softly said,
“When your own health hangs by a thread.
You say you're sick, but I need you whole,
Not just your plans, I need your soul.”

My mother, ever green with grace,
A gentle smile upon her face.
She never scolds, just calmly speaks,
“Don’t play so late, rest well this week.”
But I, on holiday’s carefree tide,
Played through the night, with dreams as guide.
One day passed in gaming spree,
Next two days lost to sleep’s decree.

He kicks the ball like pixels fly,
A video game beneath the sky.
“I’m decent, none can beat my play,”
He boasts with joy, come what may.
Math once a maze, now makes him proud�"
Tuition taught him to think aloud.
He cracked the code, found logic’s key,
Scored eighty-plus, so brilliantly.