Ode To My Son

Son, for sure that was a blissful day; When bawling you were passed into our arms, To be creators of this fragile babe, To hold another being's captive charm, As no scriptures will record these miracles, So let me pen some worthy notes of praise, So in my age I'll look again and smile, Re-living moments of fantastic times: That you were born to us in perfect form; That you had too been blessed with sturdy health; That you did in your youngest years stay calm; And did not seek to grow too soon to man; That you did keep that loving child in you; Who still would seek the comfort of our arms; That you did hold that honest bargain true; We, supportive parents of respectful child; You, toiling consciously for our desires; That you did heed those lessons that we shared; Born from a wisdom of advanced years; That you found time to light up hearts with care; Whom fate had made less fortunate than yourself. So that, on graduation day you did move all, Who felt the artistry in your recital, As black caps rained and cheers flew high, Our hearts were filled with overwhelming pride.