A very old poem, written when I was no more than 30 (31 yrs. ago). Now, i regret to say, I barely know him.
Stay Small Awhile Stay small awhile yet, my son. Your father's heart strains To see his simple, small boy Grow up so fast, so very fast. What's your hurry? Indulge us a little longer, Bathe my spirit in your charms, The purity of your feelings, The beautiful ease of your ways; Revive me from my weariness As I come home tired from a day of adults, Worn out from the complications we embrace. You've time enough for growing, never fear, Time enough to adjust to the world's strange ways, Time enough to learn all the rituals And time, yes always time For love, just simple love.
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