On My 2 Year Old, LeavingA Poem by David Lewis PagetRemember this, my son; That when you left
I had no hand in parting
You from me,
I had no wish to cause
More misery,
When you, in sleep’s warm arms
Were wrenched from me.
Words are meaningless,
They die still-born,
Cold on the air, they shatter
At the touch
When hearts refuse to listen
Over-much,
To what is said, or meant
Or left to trust.
And though you’re gone, remember
What I’ve said,
That you’re your father’s son,
And always will -
I stand by all my children
Every one,
And you may see me nights,
Stand by you still.
David Lewis Paget
© 2012 David Lewis Paget |
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