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A Man Today
Today, My son is a man today, I wish I’d been there Along the way. My face smiles proudly from the wall, A place of honor, In the dark hall. It wasn’t me Who kissed his small face, Nor were those my feet Who slowed their pace. He never wore my boots, my hat, With my badge, They are safely packed. I saw him hit His first home run, As my voice echoed throughout heaven That’s my son! I saw in his face The Christmas joy, I wish I’d been there With my boy. Those weren’t my hands That tied his first tie, My partner did it While I cried. I wish it was me That chased the monsters at night, I wish those were my arms That held him so tight. I didn’t dry the tears that he cried, I couldn’t answer When he asked God why? I chose this life To serve my fellow man, But today, oh God, My son, Without me, Became a man. Today, My son is a man today, I wish I’d been there, Along his way. My face smiles sadly from the wall, The place of honor, Alone in the hall.
Poem copyrighted © 2004 by Lydia Warner Miller Web site copyrighted © 2012 by Lydia Warner Miller Cell: 530-391-5056 Home: 530-644-5594 email: brokenbadge8@yahoo.com lydia-miller.artistwebsites.com Fine Art America.com search Lydia Miller 2379 Indian Wells Road Placerville, CA 95667 |
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