Sunday, 8 February 2015

My Son

My Son
_____*__

His presence like light filled lamp shades
Under bubbly fresh fizz 
Bright and warm beneath popping swells 
He makes me feel higher than feeling
When he wakes me gently 
Stroking my face 
Tapping softly on book shelves 
Ready to meet the sunshine 
Sun beam to sun ray 
Never had I known the widths of bonds
In love drowned fatherhood 
Till he picked me from this soul stacked world 
And smiled with flame fired presence 
Like phoenixes in night skies
His love in me 
Gives my footing bridges 
To distant places where selfless seers teach wisdom 
And I return with hugs for his deep eyed trust 
For his outstretched hands
For his wood fired glow
As he wraps me in blankets of pride
And I need him as my son
As he needs me 
As his father 


mF

(C) MarkFlood2015 poem + image

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