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Father and Son


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When they had a hearty laugh doing a selfie, and his budding teeth have blossomed.

An Impromptu Poem

Their love’s not strange
Like all fathers and all sons they are,
Their equations can’t change
For how many years there are

A father and a son
They wait for the Sun,
In the middle of the night
When the Moon shines bright

The father tries again
The forecast predicted rain,
Clouds shroud the Moon
The son cries soon

Rain lashes at the windows
Flash, the Moon goes,
The son isn’t sleepy
The father is weepy

Then he croons Little Piggy
The rain’s jiggy jiggy
Clouds clear, the Moon returns
The Sun’s still far, off the light turns

The father and the son
After the day’s fun
Embrace sleep and night
For morning’s first light.

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3 comments

  1. So sweet, this little guy – the photo of you both. And now three years hence … Time sure eclipses us at such junctures. Enjoy it while you can. My girls are in their mid-thirties – unbelievable!

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