For Jason

Written for my son on his birthday

 

In memories of times gone by

Where dreams and truth collide

A tiny, red-head son was born

To a youth and child bride

 

Those observant oft’ proclaimed

The parents’ love for their child

And the three grew up together

In times often wild

 

Through many trials and errors

Their love made it through

Births, deaths, loss and gain

As most families do

 

But life is turbulent

Like hair blown in the wind

Creating complicated knots

And rifts that do not to mend

 

Most of what’s important

Is left buried and unsaid

And each is left to create

A reality in their head

 

What is real, what is not

Will never be revealed

Fear, hurt & separate lives

Keep the truths concealed

 

There is one thing for certain

On which the son can plan

As they loved the baby boy

So do they love the man

 

 

Reviews

[Teenage poet]

Jason must know he is one lucky person to have someone care this much about him. Very good poem.