Father and Son
We all fit where God has chosen and yet we believe it’s us who have coveted
That we do the desiring, selling tickets to your mother and then selling a dance and then you
You swam upstream with strength and the olive branch, twisted into a circle to form the crown
The rest died and your jubilance was pure and watching I held you screaming and I looked into my eyes which you had taken
The change came quick from infant to boy and we moved forward with the wind at our backs
Sitting at the top of the stairs you asked me each night,” Daddy, will you rub my back?” And I claimed it as my medal
You grew into these new clothes and life which manipulates all who are different and I fought them as they tried to make you fit
We traveled the World and the spinning. It never stops as your mind. You had friends and I got on and slowed
We looked eye to eye and you taught me who you were. You looked at me and our love came as the Sun each day
I knew you were getting ready to fly
And those strong wings spreading and waiting for the gust
I saw your first flight and it didn’t go as intended but you were in love. The ankle wasn’t. I saw your eyes
You had seen her and she had told you about yourself with her eyes.
I knew you were going back and the words
I look for you still on the horizon but it’s been long. My eyes have weakened, my heart has aches. I pray for you and to see
I hope you remember the lessons. They came from my father and he has grown cold and yet I still talk with him everyday
I’m just around the bend in your memory if needed. Just pray and you will see me and the fire burning
I’m hoping you make it home and as that last ember slowly dies. I’m always scanning the skyline and the light is on
Copyright © Patrick Cornwall | Year Posted 2022
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