A SPECIAL SON

by

(For Byron, my son)

By all accounts, you are a special son.

You're gentle, and you're kind. Ah, yes! you're one

Regarding whom all fine things can be told,

Or praise be spun ... in filaments of gold.

Never out-spoken; ever one to please!

Guilt-free of petty habits meant to tease;

Exemplary your motives, and your deeds

Reflect a rare concern for others' needs.

Abounding from your heart, there seems to be

Love that is deep and swelling, like a sea!

Discernible in all that you address --

Astute, yet humble ... not bent to profess....

Unbiased in opinions; calm and sure;

Griefs, gripes, and taunts from others you endure,

Unbending in your morals, straight and true.

Solemn, yet joyful; tinted with a hue

That's varied like a rainbow's, and is seen

Empyreal like the rainbow's, minus green....

O may your years be many, and your days

Untouched by ill and malice.... May warm rays,

Refulgent from an ever-lasting Sun,

Surround you richly, till your days are done.

O may you walk smooth roads, suffused in light,

Not caring but for Kindness, Truth, and Right!

NEXT?
Why don't you look at CONCORDIA DISCORS, CUI BONO?
by: Sofiul Azam
from: Sherpur Town, Bangladesh

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