Father and Son
I hug my son like a Teddy bear,
I love and like his look and stare;
He is tall and grown but not ripe,
I hug my son like a Teddy bear.
A careful man he ought to be,
In this world fraught with fears and desires;
It is experience that he has to gain,
And see through the words of pain.
In the comfort of his hug and hold,
There is no fear and despair to behold;
I kiss and press his cheek and chest,
And wish him all that life has best.
I hug my son like a Teddy bear,
I love and like his look and stare;
He is tall and grown but not ripe,
I hug my son like a Teddy bear.
A careful man he ought to be,
To learn and relearn through observation;
A careful man he ought to be,
To be silent, soft, love and care;
A careful man he ought to be,
To be strong and soft at the same time;
To be able to attend and respond proper,
I hug my son like a Teddy bear.
I have nothing much to give and share,
I leave him only love and care;
Assured, he will endure and prosper.
I take with me no fright and fear.
I hug my son like a Teddy bear,
I love and like his look and stare;
He is tall and grown but not ripe,
I hug my son like a Teddy bear.
A careful man he ought to be,
I hug my son like a Teddy bear.
I love and like his look and stare;
I hug my son like a Teddy bear.
- Father.
The following poem is taken
from the internet.
The Little Chap Who Follows Me
Careful man I ought to be; A
A little fellow follows me;
I do not dare to go astray
For fear he'll go the self-same way.
I must not madly step aside,
Where pleasure's paths are smooth and wide,
And join in wine's red revelry—
A little fellow follows me.
I cannot once escape his eyes:
Whate'er he sees me do he tries—
Like me, he says, he's going to be;
The little chap who follows me.
He thinks that I am good and fine,
Believes in every word of mine;
The base in me he must not see,
The little chap who follows me.
I must remember as I go,
Through summer's sun and winter's snow,
I'm building for the years to be,
A little fellow follows me.
Careful man I ought to be; A
A little fellow follows me;
I do not dare to go astray
For fear he'll go the self-same way.
I must not madly step aside,
Where pleasure's paths are smooth and wide,
And join in wine's red revelry—
A little fellow follows me.
I cannot once escape his eyes:
Whate'er he sees me do he tries—
Like me, he says, he's going to be;
The little chap who follows me.
He thinks that I am good and fine,
Believes in every word of mine;
The base in me he must not see,
The little chap who follows me.
I must remember as I go,
Through summer's sun and winter's snow,
I'm building for the years to be,
A little fellow follows me.
End.
