Our love is so solid,
I can’t seem to understand
My blessed fortune.
So much loyalty,
That is beyond beautiful.
A richer life,
Now that he’s in it,
I wonder if angels above
Sent you to me
Like a gift from the heavens.
Photo by William D. Wright
He’s the best thing I have ever done,
My son, my light, my life, my choice.
When he was born my light almost went out,
But I knew I wasn’t going anywhere; not without him.
When I look at him, I still see a three year old,
Innocent, naïve, still the smell of baby about him.
He is what has saved my life many times,
I know not what my existence would be if he weren’t born.
His voice is like the dawn of a new day,
Filled with hope, unconditional love and comfort.
I know I have shaped a beautiful legacy,
When I look into those beautiful brown eyes; much like mine.
The Clyde to my Bonny, he is unwavering protection.
Arms like The Hulk, hold me tight as salty tears flow.
His voice is my favorite song, an earworm in my consciousness,
He keeps the vile beasties at bay when the bile of fear rises.
My Plymouth Rock, always steady, as my knees crumble,
I try not to taste the abyss, the black bitter Nyquil that gags me.
Hopelessness threatens to overwhelm as I gasp for breath.
Clyde is there, he is warm sunshine on a summer day,
Invigorating me as strength recedes, water rushing out of a pool.