There he lay in his cot,
This strange looking creature
Created by the two of us.
What would he be,
This small wriggling bundle,
Of joy?
He and I battled throughout
His young life, over draughts, Chess
And especially backgammon.
I would not let him win!
Then suddenly one day
He beat me, at draughts,
I was so proud!
He had no help, only experience.
He had won of his own accord!
I knew, know, that in this life
You rarely get given anything.
You have to earn things
By working for them.
He had earned his win.
He grew, and grew and grew
Until I had to look up
To this little chap, to whom
We had given our life.
We drifted apart through
Sheer stupidity;
But it didn’t last long.
And now we talk of many things,
We play backgammon still.
(He is still trying to beat me!)
He had his problems;
But we were always there.
We cried over him but
Of that he was not aware.
All we could do was
Our best.
My boy is unmistakably my son ,
We look the same,
We walk the same,
We even clap the same!
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 24th, 2024 02:11
- Comment from author about the poem: My little boy is 49 this year!
- Category: Reflection
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- Users favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet, Qurrathul Ain, rhmn_7
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Comments10
this is just so beautiful, honest, open and so very real .. Neville
Thank you Neville, very much appreciated.
Andy
A fine write Gold. Do you both sing the same too?!
We can sing together but it is a little difficult at the moment as we are nearly 200 miles apart.
Andy
What every father and son wants, you both have. Wonderful write Andy. 😉👍
We certainly do AP, we get on so well.
Andy
I feel this one Andy with four children of my own.
"He had his problems;
But we were always there.
We cried over him but
Of that he was not aware."
Great lines.
Thank you soren for your kind remarks.
Andy
Of all that Neville stated, all of which feel true, the honesty shines out, Andy.
Thank you Dave, much appreciated.
Andy
A very happy birthday Saxon Crow always know you are loved by me. 🌹
Thank you Teddy, he is aware of that.
Andy
What an amazing story of love and pride.I can relate this to my son.Where did the time go?
Thank you David. Very true, where did the time go?
Andy
A fine poem of the love you have for your son. It’s not easy being a parent. The path can be rocky at times. It appears that you have proved yourself to be a great Dad. Well done.
Most kind Cassie, thank you very much.
Andy
Beautiful and real. Fantastic.
Thank you Thomas, much appreciated.
Andy
Once a little boy, always a little boy. Nice poem!
Thank you rhmn_7.
My little boy is six foot four inches tall. LOL
Andy
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