Dad Poem - from the words of a Father
I've said it once and I'll say it again.. Inspiration comes from within. You just sometimes need to be reminded.
Here goes..
As I stood with elbows against wood, a cot made of tree. I look downwards at a son, asleep.
The eyes are a-flitter, fighting sleep and grasping at play.
A boy, whom I've always wanted. To teach that life is awesome, no matter what day.
To teach things of amazement. To show fun in doing so.
As I stood overhead, gently telling him goodnight, I wonder how lucky we are.
How lucky. My wife and I.
A son was born to us, as awesome as can be. May he grow to be all that he wants to be.
- tork
