To Oscar on His 6th Birthday
It is no small mercy, no small ransom,
no trifling importance favoured on me.
You are a child in time whose time has come,
and I love you, Little Man, desperately!
For I am cheerful in hope and all things
that the bright stars are yours to noble aim,
and guide you to the Valley of the Kings
or ghost ship treasure on the Spanish Main.
Let adventure and crossing fill your days
and may God watch over you to your grave!
So learn well beginning in youthful gaze
that time is your master and not your slave.
You are to me by a nature so great
living proof good things come to those who wait.
Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2014