Son

O my son can’t you see
What joy you’ve brought to me
Your loving thoughts so well expressed
Bring nothing but happiness
I do regret the times I’ve been
Less than perfectly serene
Have shouted and abused your thoughts
Been too politically correct
For all that please have no doubts
Your love has made me blessed.

Poetry in motion

To write a poem of love, a song of dreams
Is every true lovers musical paean
When love has withered and died on the bough
The song sings on after the forgotten vow
An infinite eternal adoration
Of love exiled to damnation
The word on the page the poetic muse
Lives to inspire for generations
Long after loves forgotten abuse

So foolishly I write this poem
And stupidly construct
Castles in the lovelorn air
Until in savage sense
In meter, rhyme and poesy
Annihilate what once
Seemed so fair a dream and put it
On a fire, a bonfire of regrets.