Monday, January 9, 2012

Overhead the Cot of a Son

Dad Poem - from the words of a Father

I've said it once and I'll say it again.. Inspiration comes from within.  You just sometimes need to be reminded.

Here goes..

As I stood with elbows against wood, a cot made of tree.  I look downwards at a son, asleep.
The eyes are a-flitter, fighting sleep and grasping at play.
A boy, whom I've always wanted.  To teach that life is awesome, no matter what day.
To teach things of amazement.  To show fun in doing so.
As I stood overhead, gently telling him goodnight, I wonder how lucky we are.
How lucky. My wife and I.
A son was born to us, as awesome as can be. May he grow to be all that he wants to be.

- tork