A poem in Petrarchan(Italian) sonnet form I wrote for my son…
It’s for a grade let me know
Son
Gaze up at me through deep blue eyes and know,
That safe beyond the reach of any harm,
Are you from fork’d tongue within my arm,
Be guarded deep within my coat from snow.
Rest well from monstrous winds that beat and blow,
And dream of times with better themes and charm,
Then feed ideas, steep with hope to farm.
Grow fond of something, challenge thoughts, then go,
And be a man you’re proud to be, not cold,
Help other men when they deserve to be.
Sit justly high upon your honor son,
Stand strong against a foe, don’t break or fold.
Behind you turn and look and you’ll find me,
Anticipating the warmth of summer’s sun.
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