Will You Ever Sing With Me My Son?
As I watched this morning
From the humble pew
This father-son combo
Belting out a tune
I felt a tear
Trickling down my cheek
As I wondered, son
Will that someday be you and me?
My boy, as you grow older and further
Away from me into maturity
Will you ever consider getting on stage
To be with me and sing a lovely hymn?
Or even raucous karaoke?
I wonder why it hit me so
Watching that pair side-by-side today
So what if they are a father/son duo?
No big deal. Surely it happens everyday?!
But maybe that tear was my emotional need
Expressed in a way without impede
Surfacing a longing inherent in a dad
For eternal closeness with his once little lad
I wish I could tell you
This inner longing
But saying it aloud will
Cause it to lose power
Power that keeps the love strong
Honest, real and forever long
I don’t want to diminish it by calling it out
Cos that’s what will happen without a doubt
So all I can do is pen this desire here
Maybe one day you’ll stumble across this fear
That we will never have that special moment
Will you ever sing with me my son?
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This will be my last Monday Metrical Musings for a while. Taking a break to refresh and recharge. To hopefully return better and more inspired. Wish me well ok? (Meantime, my Saturday Essays will continue as usual so do check those out yah? Thanks for the support!)
