For Oscar On His 5th Birthday
When alone in my time of thanksgiving
I count blessings and all riches it brings,
I am becalmed by great joy reliving
and I am wiser to wonderful things.
Memento Mori and Carpe Diem -
there is much to see and much to begin
so live well and long that in years to come
you not look back and muse what might have been.
Now if from your helping cause I abstain
or when in lonesome brooding I am sad
in futile excess, I’ll beg once again
to hear you curing say “I love you dad!”.
O wife and child it’s you and only you
that makes me love and do the things I do.
Written: March 2005
Copyright © Keith D Trestrail | Year Posted 2022
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