For Oscar On His 4th Birthday
In every artifice there is child’s play,
in each contrary temper there is good,
and in every impulse that is his way
stands the flesh of my flesh where I once stood.
So it is and so it shall always be
and it connects me in ways I surmise
to see my own little facsimile
rising true in measure and quick in size.
I beseech between us a spoken care
and pray not implied devotion apart,
no foolish disputation, lie or fear -
only the virtue of love at its heart.
It is my most constant expectation
that you be my greatest dedication.
Written: March 2004
Copyright © Keith D Trestrail | Year Posted 2022
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