For Oscar On His 7th Birthday
Take joy in all childhood affinities
for they are the makings of you my son.
Mine is a witness to boyish sallies
and, you child, its face to always gladden.
That in some small measure you become me -
son, so has a light shone on all my days,
and in my image mine own eyes do see
your beginnings compassed in countless ways.
So permit me my quatrains and couplings,
forgive my rapture and quixotic state -
mine is the lexicon of beloved things
and yours the idioms that resonate.
Now blow your candles and cut your iced cake
and close your eyes and all your wishes make.
Written: March 2007
Copyright © Keith D Trestrail | Year Posted 2022
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