Treasure Island

Mary Nagy

(11-08-1970)

Father And Son


You're standing in the doorway.
Your workday is all done.
He waits to see you everyday,
this boy that is your son.

He hopes you will go fishing.
He hopes you'll shoot the gun.
He just wants to be with you,
this boy that is your son.

He is your spitting image.
To him you are ''The One''.
He hopes to be just like you,
this boy that is your son.

You show him what a man is.
You teach as you have fun.
You are admired as well as loved
by this boy that is your son.

You've got a friend forever.
Until the world is done.
Then, still you will be holding
this man that is your son.

Submitted: Monday, November 28, 2005
Edited: Saturday, May 13, 2006

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  • Joseph Daly (11/28/2005 6:54:00 PM)

    This is great stuff Mary. In today's world of feminisation it is good to see the value of masculine traits appreciated.

    It is so wonderfully put together and the final line of each stanza is fantastic. Men are not all Homer Simpsons, and it is good that responsibilities are recognised.

    Superb Mary, as always.

    Yours

    Denis Joe (Report) Reply

  • Amanda Lukas (11/28/2005 3:01:00 PM)

    I find it touching, myself. It's nice to know such great fathers are out there. I personally believe it to be rare. (Report) Reply

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