Robert Edgar Burns (02/14/1953 / Dunedin, Florida)
What Is A Son?
A promise of tomorrow.
A namesake shining through.
A bloodline that continues on,
Through eternal springs of youth.
New strength as from a lion.
But, in his softness like a lamb,
Emerges a new warrior,
From this boy now turned a man.
For what is life but battles?
Each new day a victory won.
It takes the courage of a soldier,
To be raised up as a son.
So guard your heart my son, my own.
And always seek out truth.
May this wisdom always stay with you,
When you have left behind your youth.
Swaddled in blue cotton clothing
Encompassed you the day we met.
No matter how your light may shine,
That bright day I will not forget.
Whether a son packs a pilots parachute,
Or streaks across the sprawling sky,
Every son is just as valuable,
Whether he goes or stays behind.
Daddy served proudly in the Army
But the Navy you would rather choose,
I could not be much prouder
Than I have always been of you!
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