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Saturday 21 May 2011

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~

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Beautiful. How proud you must be and how lucky your boys are to have such a loving, caring soul to call "Dad".

~Krissi~ said...

So sweet, loving. A proud father you must be.

Jules said...

As always your poetry touches my heart.

Anonymous said...

Very poignant piece - any parent with a child at this age will surely appreciate your words.
~Me