Memory's Pocketwatch

I took out the pocket watch of memory
As I watched you sleep last night
Snuggled warm amongst the blankets
By the dim glow of the hallway light.
And as I gazed down upon you, son
I thought back on days gone by
I was relieved that there was no one there
To see the tear within my eye.
When you were born you were so fragile
So helpless and so very small
In pride I now look down at you sleeping
You have grown so very strong and tall.
Years of baseball games and football
And flying kites in the local park
Years of frogs and bugs and skateboards
And of trick or treating in the dark.
Today's your sixteenth birthday
Your childhood's fading fast
All those happy memories
Will soon be in the past.
Soon you will be leaving me
You future for to meet
And when you leave upon that day
By heart with both pain and pride will beat.
But for now, my dearest son,
I'll cherish each and every day
Until that sad and happy time
When you must go away.
Some day you too may have a son
Who'll share this place in time
And you will look into his shining eyes
And share with him this rhyme.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SON!

Poetry written by Amber Michelle, 2009 age Design: By Bobette Bryan
Music: "Visions, original Composition, (c) 1991 by Andy Klapwyk"