*Poem To my son Xander*
Our youngest, our hatchling , you grow every day.
Fast as a dragon, you'll fly your own way.
The time will soon come, when you'll leave the nest.
But hatchling, we know, you will be the best.
Our youngest, our hatchling, to us you'll always be.
Feirce as a dragon, you'll fly proud and free.
The time is ahead, where you'll have your own say.
Till then, we will guide you without any fray.
Our hatchling, our sweet, we'll show you the way.
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Author:
Dakotah Lavender (
Offline) - Published: March 12th, 2017 21:16
- Comment from author about the poem: Inspired by the "Inheritance Cycle".
- Category: Family
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Excellent! Indeed hatchlings become full-sized dragons really, really quick! Enjoy the hatchling as long as you can! Each stage is a blessing and a new set of challenges all at the same time! Great write! I loved the metaphor! Welcome to MPS!
Thank you kindly.
Cherish them but even when they leave the nest you still worry for them and their families - my children are 50, 47 and 43 respectively and we never stop worrying on their behalf.
Thank you, I have greys sprouting already and I'm only 24.
Very good write. May the path he treads be filled with love and joy as his nest obviously is.
Thank you for your kind words.
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