Father and Son

Father & Son by Kenny Davis There are few bonds greater Than that of Father and Son That holds that of great value Due to having only one 8 years, though short lived May not seem like a lot But it could mean the world and make all the difference When 8 years is all you've got You would wonder what kind of damage To the son, losing a father so young Does he become angry, emotionally distant Perhaps silencing the tongue Does he disregard those around him Have their words fall on deaf ears Cautiously yielding, shielding himself From a now seemigly cold world for years I lift my eyes towards the hills And highly elevate my chin As my God in Heaven, shows the soul Of my Father, living within While here on this Earth My Father, indeed a great man With his spirit, now dwelling in my heart It forces me to stand I stand boldly in his absence I stand firmly in his place Leaving behind his legacy, his presence Never forgetting his face Leaving me the most honorable of gifts Than that the one of his name And the inheritance of his prestigious bloodline A birthright I rightfully claim I have but one mission, not to fail A task to make him proud Looking to hear, "My son, well done!" When I meet him again beyond the clouds Though his absence holds a pain Though times without him may often sting It's numbed off by the feeling I get When he'll finally hug me again with his wings Though my world has dimmed a bit Without the essence of his glow I take solemn in the fact that I know We'll meet again, hugging, in matching robes. © December 2014 k.davis