SONS

Adventures with Sons midi

Freckles across a sunburnt nose,

many pockets with many holes.

Little boys with toothless grins,

each one a Tom Sawyer or Huckleberry Finn,

They like cars and balls,

puppies and Levi button fly jeans,

fishing poles, GI Joes, and frogs

and other slimey things.

They search for hidden treasures,

and eat green apples right off the tree.

They can't sleep if the hall light is off,

but will spend hours catching bees.

They love camping in tents

in their own backyard,

and learning how to play magic tricks

with a deck of cards.

Most of them have a stuffed animal or two,

but they would never ever admit that was true,

and when a friend comes over so they can play,

you can bet, the night time pal will be hidden away.

They love skipping rocks,

pretending that they are jocks,

getting an A on a test in math,

and climbing up mountians not staying on the paths.

Men always see themselves in their sons,

women see all the men they have loved, brothers, fathers, husbands,

and both feel God's blessing are best measured by the love,

found in one of their sons tender hugs.

Joe, Thank you for being the man you've become,

Go now honey, and be the husband we know you can be,

your Dad and I wish you and your beautiful bride,

a love for eternity.