Tuesday, June 8, 2010

To My Son....

I won’t always get it right, son.
Sometimes I’ll make mistakes.
Some days will be horrific, son,
This life it gives and takes.

I cannot promise sunshine,
Nor can I assure the warmth,
But I promise you my shelter
Through the hardest, coldest storms.

I can’t fix all that’s broken,
I can’t chase off your fears,
But I’ve got a host of sweaters
That are great at drying tears.

I can’t stamp out your nightmares,
Though I swear, I’ve tried my best.
Instead I’ll sit beside your bed
To guard you as you rest.

Today, tomorrow, every day,
Until this life is done.
I’ll guard you, guide you, love you
Unconditionally, my son.

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