You are a Child of God

Late one restless night
Teething,
Your gums hurting just a might.

I hold you in my arms
With the gentle soft music
Of an instrumental CD playing.

One of my favorite songs
Starts to play and tears
Come to my eyes as I
Think of the words.

I am a child of God[1]

You are one if his choice sons.

And He has sent me here.

God has sent you to the earth
And to our house at this time.
I have felt His hand in first bringing
Your brother, and now you into our family.

Has given me an earthy home

You had a tough start to your life,
God has not forgotten about you.
He first sent Grandma Robin and Grandpa Don
To get you started.

With parents kind and dear.

Now you are with us,
Where God had planned
For you to be all along.

Lead me,

I vision you and me
Hand in hand walking towards
A common goal.

Guide me.

Mama and big brother
Have joined us.

Walk beside me,

We are joined by your many Grandparents,
Your Aunties and Uncles,
Cousins (Close and distant),
And all those who know and love you.

Help me find the way.

Then I see leading way Mama’s
And my grandparents with their parents.
And their parents, and their parents,
Going on back through all the ages.

There are the ancestors of your birth parents,
Doing all that they can do to make this path
Easier for you.

That is not all,
The children you will someday have,
Have joined the carivan.
Also thier children, their children,
And their children to.
On down throuh the end of time.

Teach me all that I must do

There leading us all
Holding His ensign tall
Is Jesus Christ, the Savior

To live with him someday.

Then there we are at that joyful day,
Whith all those who we have traveled with.
We are being welcomed home with loving embraces
By our heavenly parents.

The song ends,
We are alone again,
Yet we are not.
Through the only true magic
The magic of love.
For the room is still full
Of all those I saw.
1 September 2007

[1] All italic lines are from the song “I am a Child of God” Children’s Songbook of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints

Sir Isaak

Sir Isaak Jumps a Lot
Jumps and kicks a lot
Until his parents arms hurt a lot.
But does not live in Camelot.

Sir Isaak Jumps a Lot
Gurgle, guus, babbles and laughs a lot.
Only cries when his tummy got not.
Even though he does not live in Camelot.

Sir Isaak Jumps a Lot
His court is the house his parents bought.
Without knights in armor or their frocks.
For who wants to live in a silly place like Camelot.

20 July 2007

A Belly Full of Milk

My young son, you lay asleep
In the crock of my left arm
With a belly full of milk.

As I look down on you,
There is a smile of contentment
And bliss on your face,
I think of what is to come.

Soon you will be crawling,
Walking, and then running.
Then, my son, I will chase you
Down the street as you ride
Your two wheeler
For the first time.

What I fear the most:
Are those teenage years.
I hope by then, I would have
Spent enough time with you
That those years will not be a
Time of separation.

Then you'll be off to collage,
Job, and marriage
Then you will have a little one
Asleep in your arm.

All that will come.
But now, I am content
To live in the moment.
To sit here in joyful bliss.
With you asleep in my arm
With a belly full of milk.

10 Aug. 2007

An Inventor?

To Mathew at 10

My son calls me an inventor.
He thinks that I am Edison.
He tells me that I can build anything,
Fix anything,
“You are the master of circuitry,”
He tells me.

Maybe if I am lucky,
When he is old enough to see me
For who I am, I will be
The man I want to be.

I hope that in-spite of my weakness,
He will be the man I want him to be.
That he will rise above his weakness,
And make them his strengths.

For now I am a better man
Then I am,
Because he thinks I can.

14 October, 2003