Father And Son.

Goldfinch60



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!

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 24th, 2024 02:11
  • Comment from author about the poem: My little boy is 49 this year!
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 19
  • Users favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet, Qurrathul Ain, rhmn_7.
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Comments10

  • Neville



    this is just so beautiful, honest, open and so very real .. Neville

    • Goldfinch60

      Thank you Neville, very much appreciated.

      Andy

    • orchidee

      A fine write Gold. Do you both sing the same too?!

      • Goldfinch60

        We can sing together but it is a little difficult at the moment as we are nearly 200 miles apart.

        Andy

      • Accidental Poet

        What every father and son wants, you both have. Wonderful write Andy. πŸ˜‰πŸ‘

        • Goldfinch60

          We certainly do AP, we get on so well.

          Andy

        • sorenbarrett

          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.

          • Goldfinch60

            Thank you soren for your kind remarks.

            Andy

          • Doggerel Dave

            Of all that Neville stated, all of which feel true, the honesty shines out, Andy.

            • Goldfinch60

              Thank you Dave, much appreciated.

              Andy

            • Teddy.15

              A very happy birthday Saxon Crow always know you are loved by me. 🌹

              • Goldfinch60

                Thank you Teddy, he is aware of that.

                Andy

              • David Wakeling

                What an amazing story of love and pride.I can relate this to my son.Where did the time go?

                • Goldfinch60

                  Thank you David. Very true, where did the time go?

                  Andy

                • Cassie58

                  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.

                  • Goldfinch60

                    Most kind Cassie, thank you very much.

                    Andy

                  • Thomas W Case

                    Beautiful and real. Fantastic.

                    • Goldfinch60

                      Thank you Thomas, much appreciated.

                      Andy

                    • rhmn_7

                      Once a little boy, always a little boy. Nice poem!

                      • Goldfinch60

                        Thank you rhmn_7.

                        My little boy is six foot four inches tall. LOL

                        Andy



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