Summer 1982
Durham, North Carolina
Rice's Farm pond
My father, my son, a Zebco and a few zealous bluegills
Dad, I'm glad that we finally saw eye to eye
Glad that I grew to understand
Wish that those last five years could have been twenty-five
Son, I simply wish I could touch you one more time
Just one more time
I miss watching you grow into the man that I know you would have become
Miss it desperately
Don't let being Fathers and Sons get in the way
of being fathers and sons
Today is more precious than you know
My father, my son
on my mind this weekend
Durham, North Carolina
Rice's Farm pond
My father, my son, a Zebco and a few zealous bluegills
Dad, I'm glad that we finally saw eye to eye
Glad that I grew to understand
Wish that those last five years could have been twenty-five
Son, I simply wish I could touch you one more time
Just one more time
I miss watching you grow into the man that I know you would have become
Miss it desperately
Don't let being Fathers and Sons get in the way
of being fathers and sons
Today is more precious than you know
My father, my son
on my mind this weekend
Those are some of the most beautiful and heartwrenching words ever scribed. Thank you for them, Mike.
ReplyDeleteI appreciate it, Kirk. Heartwrenching indeed.
ReplyDeleteIf I am honest, Mike, I just can't imagine. God bless you and may the memories keep you close to both of them. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Michael. They're always with me.
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