A Toast

 

A Toast...

 

 

I lift a glass

to you my son

as we mark

 another one,

now twenty years,

 I have seen pass,

each year moves quicker

 than the last.

 My tears, well fresh

like mornings dew

of  the day

you bid adieu.

 

To the stars

 I cast my eyes

and whisper that

my love belies

these earthly bonds

 of time and space;

then close my eyes

 and slowly trace

the sweetness of

your angel face,

radiant…full

 of heavens grace.

 

I think of you

 each rising sun,

I will until

my days are done.

To you my son

 I lift my glass

this mother's love

 will never pass.

 

 

 

For my Ryan Patrick

July 14,1987

 

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