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Jason Christopher
by Chris Sorrenti
What glory it was
For this poet to be speechless
As he paced the delivery room floor
And as much to my delight
Sugar, spice and everything nice
Has turned to puppy dogs' tails
I see so many future dramas
When I look into your eyes
It's my turn now to play the father
Even though I don't know how
All the mistakes my parents made
Slowly corrected as a growing child
Saving that wisdom for today
To have no fear in growing old
As you carry on our name
© 1983
Inputted and revised © 2017, 2018
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02/18/2018 Posted on 02/18/2018
Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 02/21/18 at 01:07 PM Chris, your poem touches the heart of all of us who have had to grow into our fatherhood, which I think we can all attest does not come naturally but requires lots of patience and labor, the all of of which is love based. |
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