My Son
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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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