My Son.

To my son’s.

May you never have to lose a brother,
Feel the pain of a friend taken too soon, Remember sibling rivalry and fighting as a memory dear.

Though you fight and sometimes spite,
Love is very near,
Poke and prod,
Name calling – sod,
Fondly is the game.

I cannot stop the clock of time,
A parent you will lose,
But a brother, sibling,
Should walk side by side,
Walking in your shoes.

May you never have to lose a brother,
Like or dislike muse,
Remember when there is no other,
Your brother is there to choose.

3WD&P©

Always in my thoughts Kenneth, Happy Birthday 🎂🍻🍫 – watch mam for the cake (she will say she only wants a little bit and eat it all!)

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