A Son

I prayed to have a son.
Oh, how we’d have fun.

He would carry on my name.
And feel no shame.

I could watch him grow.
And he’d make me smile when I was low.

I’d teach him to skate,
And I know he’d be great.

I’d buy him a baseball glove,
And teach him about true love.

I’d tell him a joke,
And buy him a coke.

I’d tell him about the mystic.
Just for kicks.

And when he was grown,
I’d be proud of the seeds I’d sewn.

RGH
1-31-19
DS
4/JHJ/SRH/

Published by @purplehayes

Blogger, writer, father. Thanks for all your support. I hope you'll continue to spread the word. What If We're Already in Heaven Read if free with Kindle Unlimited. Death Wishes A Short Story also available on Kindle Unlimited RGH

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