HIM...
He is my prince ,my hero. Watch as he chastises the wind for playing in his hair.The trees he commands like an army, they stand erect, at attention, waiting, praying for orders.. they call his name with the sway of their branches ...the Olympian walks by unfazed without a care and standing feet splashing ..orders the river too cease it,s never ending flow.
He screams ordering... commanding.. I run.. I am his Aaron , I would follow him anywhere.I would die for him ,cry with him ,smile with him, provide for him any whim, any care.
When deaths icy hand comes to fetch me I will wait at heavens gate until he's there.Then we shall wander again through woods and by streams, again the inseparable pair.
But it is late now and we must go.I place the small foot tenderly into the Wellington boot from which it fell,pull the hood around the small soft face now snuggled ,seeking succor on my muscular pillow.
IT IS LATE NOW,GETTING DARK AND...SHE WILL BE WAITING.
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beautiful coming from a man how much love he can express for his son/daughter. a lovely write colin tina x
Wonderfully written and expressed Colin, I love the imagery and feeling you evoke with this piece.
beautiful congrats x
Ghee whizz... your comments...what an absolute knock out.! I actually mentally wrote it many years ago about me and my then toddler son on one of our walks. He was standing screaming at the wind that was quite strong that day...and the wind/light/defiance made him look almost heroic...I just felt so much heartfelt love at that moment. The poem in no way does justice to that feeling ...though I,m truly glad I could share some of that experience with you.
Thank you all ...
Colin