Frank Ian Bowen
A Father And His Son - Poem by Frank Ian Bowen
How does a father tell his son he loves him? That he’s number one?
How does son see father now, when all that’s been could well be done?
How do these two fellas mark the special things that each has felt?
How will life turn out to be? Have all the cards been dealt?
What effect did you have on my life when 8th June you were born?
What pride I felt when you went your own way, yet still my heart was torn.
What does the future hold for you? What twists and turns will come?
Whatever happens to you my boy, you’ll always hear “Well done”!
Where will your life take you to?
Where will you go? What things will you do?
Where will your young heart lead your young mind?
Where will I be when you leave me behind?
When did life change? The day you were born?
When was my patience first frazzled and worn?
When was my pride first right off the scale?
When did you realise life’s not a plain sail?
Who will your life and your soul be shared with each day?
Who will you love that apart you can’t stay?
Who will you choose as life opens its door?
Who will be changed by your actions and more?
Why in this nonsense is there only one track?
Why, you’ll always my son be, there’s no going back.
Why do I want for you all I couldn’t be?
Why, because I love you, I’m proud of you, I’m your Dad. That’s me!
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