For Oscar On His 8th Birthday
Far you have come and magnified and shown
that love is the opiate of the soul,
and much I have loved and much you have grown
in the anthology of years eightfold.
Be not a hero nor fool in the throng
and owe not any man lest you begrudge -
do right, even in the tumult of wrong,
and let the haughty over this world judge.
If one truth is mine to tell let it be
that no father ever loved his son more,
thus do I with the fondest frequency
affectionately hold and gaze in awe.
Behold! I see a lamb with a lion’s heart,
I see my whole and you its greatest part.
Written: March 2008
Copyright © Keith D Trestrail | Year Posted 2022
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