My Dad, Myself, My Son

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    My Dad, Myself, My Son

    I came on board, crying out to the world,
    My daddy excited, ‘It’s a boy!’ he said,
    What joy filled air, this boy to stare.

    I’ve now grown up, from tot to a teen,
    Daddy busy to provide, diapers and feed,
    Mummy very engaged, to bathe and wean.

    I am now a man, who needs his space,
    Daddy’s company unfit, in the eyes of peers,
    I desire to hang-out, with buddies out there.

    School work piles fast, must up my grades,
    My future top on list, though the now unresolved,
    Soon my eyes like Adam, start gazing at the girls.

    In church am unknown, not an avenue of choice,
    My mum devout Christian, won’t accept excuses,
    I feign illnesses, every Sunday in the morn.

    College time draws nigh, career path unknown,
    My daddy exults, accounting and finance,
    Deep down in my heart, would prefer design.

    Time cometh to graduate, later seek employment,
    Tall order out there, each door slammed shut,
    My mum on her knees, divine provision she seeks.

    Finally I have a job, my career on track,
    Great commitment to be, the best in the game,
    My dad’s age-old counsel, comes back to remind.

    I am ready for my rib, as I choose my bride,
    My mum and dad, by my side as we wed,
    Tis another chapter, unveiled on my life.

    I’ve now got a son, looks at me as a leader,
    I remember my dad, did his best for me,
    Tis time to translate, that counsel to my son.

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    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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