Born To It Poem by Diana van den Berg
Born To It
Did you know then, already,
in your childhood days,
my son,
when you mended my watch with detailed eye,
planted trees in deep, square holes,
fixed toys and things around the house
(and later my car) ,
was a sounding board,
a very young financial advisor,
a wise counsellor and philosopher
... did you know then,
my son,
that you were always
and would forever be
also
my father?
(22 August 2005)
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