SONS
There’s no sweeter mystery than a son You hold him, fast asleep in your arms, Wonder what he’s dreaming At play his imagination takes him Someplace you can’t quite follow.
His interests, talents take shape; You can only guess what he’s thinking. You look at the man he’s grown up to be. Amazing how everything came Together to make him who he is.
You see in him much you hoped for, So much you never could have dreamed It’s all a part of your love for him. It’s all part of why you’re so proud To have him for a son on Father’s Day.
He’s smart, successful, and independent too, Like a golf ball he mostly fly’s right, His flights voyage never boring, And It’s not just heredity. Nagging had something to do with it.
KARL WALLACE To read more Karl Wallace poems go to: karlwallaeblog.blogspot.com
