Remembering my first-born son's arrival eighteen years ago today, I share a poem I wrote sometime later:
When I was a boy I was given a toy;
A bright shiny airplane. What wonder! What joy!
Pretending, I'd climb in the cockpit and I
Went all through the house. In my airplane I'd fly!
But where is it now? That bright shiny plane
Lies broken and rusted: left out in the rain.
It was real fun. Real wonder. Real joy.
But love may not last 'tween a boy and his toy.
I wonder if Dad felt any dismay
When I neglected, discarded his gift in that way?
Now as a man I've been given a boy.
A person who'll fly with me with wonder and joy.
We'll dream and we'll play all over the house
With permission, of course, from his mother, my spouse.
But what will he be? How high will he go?
Will his Daddy and playmate be able to show
Him the Way and the Bread and the Truth and the Light?
I fear I'm not worthy. So much is not right!
But Daddy in Heaven say, "Don't worry. You'll see.
Love is the answer and love comes from Me."
Oh Father, I pray since our flight has begun
Make love last forever 'tween father and son.
Happy Birthday, Karl. I am very proud of you!