Poems for my son - William Hill
Envelopes unstamped
Regrets enceloping me.
Is it easier there? i wonder.
I ponder, I guess.
Yes.
I guess, Yes.
Do you think of me,
as i do of you, my son?
My son.
The things you'll do, I'll never know
The pain.
The secrets.
Oh, to be a given a chance,
a start, the restart
the fresh start.
Will love come for you,
as it did for me?
find you?
wreck you?
save you?
change you?
and if life breaks for you
the way it would not break for me,
if love hunts you,
find you,
captures you,
will you hold it tight?
i hope you will.
i hope yu can.
this father's advice is not required,
it has no call,
so instead, i'll share some from another.
it's better to have loved and lost,
than to never have loved at all.