To Oscar on His 5th Birthday
When only in my state of thanksgiving
I count riches and all blessing it brings:
I am imbued of great joy reliving
And I am wiser to wonderful things!
Waste not the days of your life at its sum -
There is much to see and much to begin:
Live it well and long that in years to come
You not look back and ask what might have been!
Now if from your helping cause I abstain,
Or when in lonesome brooding I am sad
In futile excess, I'll beg once again
To hear you curing say "I love you dad!"
O wife and child it's you and only you
That makes me love and do the things I do.