Poem -

MY Son . . . . .

MY  Son . . . . .

I found my son or rather he just found me,
slim, good looking, like the way I used to be;
I went away, how could I leave him without a dad,
it's never too late to make up for being so bad.

I remembered my dad, black wavy hair and pipe,
always there for me, attentive, a caring archetype,
we didn't always get on, he'd take out the cricket bat,
give me a lecture, admonish me exactly where I sat.

Wind back the tape - say that I didn't leave after all, 
there for you, standing by, watching you grow tall, 
packing your lunch for school, giving pocket money,
shouting at you to get up the pitch, looking at me funny.

There is no re-wind, I'll always love you in my own way,
maybe I'm not so bad after all, no matter what they say.

 

Like 0 Pin it 0
Support CosmoFunnel.com

Support CosmoFunnel.com

You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.

Log in to leave a comment.
Poem -

NIRVANA

NIRVANA

You were there, combing your long dark hair,
where is it said that anything can just be fair;...

Poem -

ON THE WORK

ON THE WORK

That's how a religious sect describes its actions,
when they're knocking on doors with their...

Poem -

Depression

Depression

I refuse to give in, I'm not quite done yet,
How's yours? Get a life, clutch at scraps, you bet;...

Latest poems in Sonnet

Poem -

NIRVANA

NIRVANA

You were there, combing your long dark hair,
where is it said that anything can just be fair;...

Poem -

A Giant's Eyes

I look up at my galaxy on a cold, dark, winters night.
And I watch in amazement as the sun, moon,...

Poem -

ON THE WORK

ON THE WORK

That's how a religious sect describes its actions,
when they're knocking on doors with their...

Advertise on CosmoFunnel.com