For Oscar On His 3rd Birthday
The sweetest herb so bitter on my tongue
till in great awe I newly held my own,
and when old and my thoughts alone among
my time’s pass remember you early grown.
A righteous boy does a righteous man make
and for now the snares of men unthwart you,
but swift the silence the lightsabers break
when your Jedi heart declares “daddy do!”.
Now young Skywalker, your lisp and stammer
work not to deter reserves of learning -
only to raise the unflinching clamour
that overjoys that little soul yearning.
One day you’ll touch the moon and starry sphere,
one day you’ll touch the world, Oscar St Clair.
Written: March 2003
Copyright © Keith D Trestrail | Year Posted 2022
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