Young Son

 

It’s the same

dining table and chairs

where two of you were

in a competition

who would sit next to

mum or dad,

today those are empty and idle.

Wider shoulders, tall young

you, our little boy

following the big brother

to dive in the ocean

of knowledge

pick the pearl best.

My dear son

life is a journey

not a destination

compel to move

one point to another

forward and wise.

We know that very well

but, every meal we serve our self

your mum’s eyes are heavy

hope you are fine there.

Remember the goal and beyond,

wish you all success,

we have a dream,

dream to success!

Note:

An attempt to get into shoes of our very close family friends at time their young son flown away to attend his overseas college. They, dear, caring brother, sister and two young boys are very special to us, I have no words to describe their bond for years whatever season of our lives.