Just a boy, not yet a man <br />only seven-teen <br />lived life to his fullest <br />happy as you could have seen <br />born into this world as one <br />he was someone's father's son <br />taken away far too soon <br />guess that's what God had planned <br />may peace be with you as you rest <br /> <br />He loved waking up in the morning <br />head on off to school <br />hang out with a friend or two <br />but if you would have asked him <br />to tell you a story of his favorite time <br />he would talk about those days hunting <br />with grandpa and dad <br />those were the best days I had <br />under those Northern Michigan skies <br /> <br />That old Nova sitting in the yard <br />he thought was so cool <br />waiting for that day he could drive it <br />piece by piece he watched and learned <br />as it was put together <br />hours turned into days that burned <br />nothing here is forever <br /> <br />He said though the time's are hard <br />dad did'nt we make it through <br />this is as good as it could get <br />and every eagle flies <br />looks like we won <br />he was someone's father's son <br /> <br />Hair so blonde, eyes so blue <br />shining like the moon <br />holding the Lords' hand <br />now in the promise land <br />he was someone's father's son <br /> <br /> dedicated to: 'Jayson Lee Keson, Jr.' <br /> December 29th.1991 <br /> to Septemberber 23rd.2009<br /><br />Spiritwind Wood<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/father-s-son-2/
