My Son
This poem I write to my oldest son.
In hopes maybe he’ll forgive the things that I’ve done.
The heaviest load I placed on you.
Not once did I ask, my words were just do.
Boy you do this, boy you do that.
Did I ever say thank you, or give you a pat?
Son I’m sorry I know I was rough.
Like the song “ A boy named Sue “ I figured you’d need to be tough.
I thank God for age and the wisdom it brings.
And son I thank God for you, is why I’m writing these things.
I’m glad we finally quit bumping heads and decided to get along.
And I thank God for the wisdom to show me I was wrong.
Son you know I love you, and you’re always on my mind.
Thank you for loving me back, you are a precious find.
There is no turning back the pages for the things which we have done.
But it honors me to know you are my oldest son.
Love You Chris, Papa
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