Erik Stamp

Future Son - Poem by Erik Stamp

Future son,
My journey up the mountain,
Has been no simple stroll,
Its been filled with,
Close calls, slips, and falls.

So I tell you son,
Keep your head up,
And don’t give up.
Keep your friends close by,
As you climb the trail high.

But don’t loosen your grip,
When your feeling confident,
Because that grip might be lost,
And your a long way up,
from the bottom.

That grip should become tighter,
As your trust grows in you and your friends on the trail.
But don’t trust that grip,
On that loose rock above you,
Find another one instead,
And continue climbing through.

One more thing for you,
My future son,
Even if you trip and fall,
Just look up to the top of the mountain,
And start climbing again.

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  • (5/1/2006 9:05:00 AM)

    Erik, as the mother of three sons and a daughter, I can say that you've expressed fine words of wisdom here, and here's wishing you a fine son and hopefully, a daughter, to one day share this with. Esther : ] (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 30, 2006

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