A Fathers Son:

A brief

My Son ( eldest ) left school today

16 and now a man

but in my mind

I am still there at that time

remembering

when he was able 

to surely fit 

in my arms so

So this is my poem to him

Once so young so little
A smile a frown
But you had my hand
Together this world
We would conquer

Learn to walk learn to run
Along the way a stumble
Even a fall or two
It was always ok
For I was there for you so
Now time has come
Collected it's minutes
An you have become
A man my son
Walk tall walk proud
You are strong an brave
An the apple
Of your Fathers eyes
Always an forever

~X~

Unification:

Hands held in unification

one single unity

in the same belief 

the same want

and need

perhaps of each other

or a single cause

the right to speak

say and urge

knowing the other

is right by their side

supporting 

holding them fast

no matter the distance

colour an depth

of each other

be it male or female

but

what if that chain breaks

if it all falls apart

and the one you support

or the one that supports you

is suddenly not there

how does one walk alone

knowing the person they had

with them so

is no longer there

holding your hand fast

but a ghostly image

left to burn in the mind

when all you have is their words

uttered in the corridors 

of the empty mind

as if a silent movie

that plays on and on

adjustment understanding

withheld

for the rational becomes the irrational

and the rain turns to tears

for all you have

is empty memories

and 

no understanding

as to why

left to live in a moment

where by your side they was

as

one mind

one breath

~X~