A Twisted Sense Of Truth From Me To My Nephew - Poem by Marcel Tourdot
Well now please my sister’s son
And may God Bless you little one,
May you grow up so wise and strong.
May your life be rich, may your days be long
When the shadows of night enter the maze,
May the sun fall gently on your face.
May you rise up, and, always be brave.
From your cradle throughout your days.
Don’t fall into the traps of life
And still always for you I pray,
That never you will feel the need
To ever be afraid.
But until then just lie and sleep
Don’t stir; don’t cry inside your bed.
May you always feel love, always know peace
And always may the truth you see.
So don’t be hard and don’t stay mad
At those that try to tempt you.
Sleep sweet and always remember,
that your parents love you,
Find faith in God and in the truth
And carry hope in mankind too.
Still hold no grudges but do not budge,
Find pride as one of this life’s few.
And stand up proud make no excuse,
For truths you speak, the good you do.
My nephew you must realize
I do not yield my twisted truths
And if I’m alive I promise you.
For you I’d never stand aside
While I’m still breathing, while I’m alive.
If you ever need your uncle’s hand
Rest assured by your side I’ll surely stand.
I’d gladly face the jealous souls
That sling their arrows wicked and cold.
Don’t be afraid to stand and smile in times you feel the need to rise.
No satisfaction and no pride are gathered from the times we hide.
For when we run from what is good a little bit inside we die.
It’s even worse when from the light we blind and close our eyes
And remorse springs from the corruption of a good mans lies.
When you feel something to be true inside your heart please trust yourself
And never apologize.
But always know this fact through life,
I love you Paxton, and I’m not alone,
There’s blessings great inside of you.
A heart of gold and flesh and bone.
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