Flesh & Blood
One cold and snowy winter day,
a man met two young brothers.
Man fell in love with both those boys,
man then fell for their mother.
A silent promise whispered,
vowed to love both as his own,
man set sail just like Columbus,
to places foreign and unknown.
Man worked on science projects,
and he helped with book reports,
he took the boys for haircuts,
and signed them up for sports.
For boyhood rites of passage,
man gave Swiss-Army knives,
boys carved away some hours
of the best days of their lives.
Man sent the boys to private schools,
because he knew it would be best,
especially for the oldest boy,
who wasn’t the least bit studious.
The younger boy more scholarly,
never swayed by fad or crowd,
both schoolboys very different,
both made man very proud.
Man seldom missed the brother’s games
for he was their proudest fan,
but concealed amongst the hockey bags,
was the gift they gave the man.
Being important to a child
was worth more than a priceless Monet,
being dependable as dark skies each night
and high tide every day.
Like a ship that lost it’s mooring,
man lost track of where he’d been,
but was saved from likely wreckage,
by the gift they gave to him.
The boys made the man responsible,
and the surprising reality,
is what brings out the worst in some men,
brought the best man out of me.
Of my flesh, you may not be,
you may not share my blood,
but deep inside my heart and soul,
burns a father’s sacred love.
Winning a million dollars,
would dwarf in comparison,
to the treasures you’ve bestowed on me
since you became my son.
I am struck
That you have given me hope that I will not procreate,I had overlooked this possibility that a father I can still be…A poem dedicated to bonding…
Thoughtfully,
David
heart felt
I hope he, or they saw the truth in your heart for I see it clear and bright; would have consider son into sons in the last line son to son’s, but I beleive if both boys got thier own copy it works in personalized form “son” singular would hate to think you only meant it for the one brother; I hope you did not. realy nice work hope to see more of it
Thanks Sinbad
This was written to only one son…..the older son had passed away, but he did know how I felt about him, and I do know how he felt about me.
My father was so proud of me he called me dogsbody.
He loved me so much that when I tried to turn on the hot water when he made me take cold showers in winter “to make me a man” he turned off the cold and scalded me.
I am not whinging, I am celebrating the unconditional love that does exist in this world, thank you for this gift, tbeaudet
cheers,
Jess
that was beautiful
that was beautiful dedication.
tomorrow (wednesday) i will be posting a poem i wrote for my stepfather called “Daddy” i would welcome your view of it. i think it sends the same love, but from child to parent vs yours from parent to child. i can only imagine how touched your son must have been to receive that from you. i hope he hangs it proudly.
thank you for sharing that one. i look forward to reading more.
Thanks Tink
I will add you to my buddy list so I know when “Daddy” gets posted.
Thanks again, Tom
You amaze me.
Little known fact. My daddy was a whirling SOB and I threatened to kill him if he ever touched me again at age 11. He beat me till there were blood blisters from my ankles to my shoulders. My step dad on the other hand, never laid a hand on me, never introduced me as his step son and to this day, though he is long gone I call him Daddy George. Great write and so glad you feel that way.
Rett:
It may look easy, when you look at me,
But it took years of effort, to become the mess that you see
John Fogerty
flesh and bood
A very touchng write, your son will treasure this
Flesh and Blood
WOW!!
What a tribute!
I had tears in my eyes reading this, God bless you!
“There’s no trick to being a humorist when
you have the whole government working for you.”
Will Rogers
such a glowing tribute!!!
I really got struck by the love flowing through this,I hope your sons really appreciate you too and make you happy for a long time to come.Thank you.
Like a ship that lost it’s
Like a ship that lost it’s mooring,
man lost track of where he’d been,
but was saved from likely wreckage,
by the gift they gave to him.
The boys made the man responsible,
and the surprising reality,
is what brings out the worst in some men,
brought the best man out of me
This verse above the rest hit home hard. I love the style and the way you have told such a compelling story. Very well thought out, touching and extremely well written - I really enjoyed reading this - thank you.
Kaz
It’s impossible to smile on the outside without feeling better on the inside.
Thanks Kaz
and every bit of it is true.
Tom
geezzz!!!
Enough with the tear jerkers already!!! Truly amazing! I honestly wish to sit at your feet and learn the ways of meter and rhyme! You have it down pat my friend!
And from the point of view of a little girl who had no daddy to speak of…they know how lucky they are…that is something to never be forgotten! Bravo!
<3 Emarie
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“For every shadow, no matter it’s depth, is threatened by the morning’s light…”
Thanks Emarie
I promise to go through your entire library (eventually) and I would appreciate your checking out mine as well. I am thrilled to have ‘met’ you and your work.
Tom