When our son was nine

April 4, 2018 § Leave a comment

Beyond the deepest depression and hopeless dejection
I feel a wellspring of life and desire
In our son, our blood, in him I see our fire
To see our boy grow up to a teen
Know he’s kissed his first love
That she kissed him back, to see in his eyes that sheen
See him become a man with all his potential ahead of him
Not for him the fake epaulets of worldly fare
But to to see him wealthy beyond compare
With friends who love him with all their lives to share
To hold your hand and look in your eyes
To know that all that for which we strove
Has come true and we are now his children
Before I’m ready to lie down and say
Now I’m ready to die

#parenting #poetry #poems

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