Don Stratford


Reflections Of Love - Poem by Don Stratford

A child is born, the world goes on, and the effect creates a ripple
Mothers pride and Fathers joy as the child takes to her nipple
Strong and healthy he does seem with lungs that tell us all
I’m here to stay and have my say even wrapped up in a shawl

He starts to walk and questions come of life and things around
What’s this and that and how’s this work and tell me what’s that sound?
I’m going to climb this big high tree to see a nest that’s way up high
It’s so far up that while I’m there I think I’ll touch the sky

To school it is and weekends come and play time is such fun
With mates all round and dad to share they’re all kept on the run
Teachings of life and natures ways it’s sometimes cruel but true
Of lessons learned that’s hard to wear yet gentleness shows thru

As time goes by the joys are shared as part of a full life
There’s no such thing as what to do or is there any strife?
There’s things to do and time to spend alone and with the two
The bond that has been building is set like concrete and like glue

The time has come for him to share and turn another page
To spread his wings and make his way upon the big wide open stage
To venture down and carve his track in life’s journey long and true
With best of wishes from all of those who know him thru and thru

The path that he has taken it was forged right from the start
It’s nature that has got him in and goes straight to his heart
And he knows of how that happened and why that it is so
From all those trips that he went on that helped to make him grow

And now the time has come to pass he’s grown in all his ways
He’s set out now on his life’s work down nature’s tracks he plays
And to say that I’m so proud of him and dearly love him so
From me to you Simon my son, I know you know it’s so


Don Stratford 1/4/2006 ©


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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 31, 2006

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 2, 2006


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