Father Son
Tall, back broad, voice resonant and deep. Chisel stone gaze within crenellated keep.
Lightening and thunder; argument claws the air. Mirror image endures; my frailty laid bare.
Conflict in your eyes. Hold fast a while. Remember! All that has been; your safe keep
and nurture.
Let's put aside our differences. Accept what I am: My Son grown up and now a man.
What care now I if you are foolish, should fail. More than life itself my love, take my
hand and prevail.
Live well and love. Have courage; battle when you have to.Learn from mistakes and raise
your child like when I first met you.
Copyright © David Cozens | Year Posted 2010
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