A Father Reminisces

Long ago, in simpler times,

my tiny children sang their rhymes

in playroom brimmed with modest toys
quite suitable for active boys.

I loved to sit in still disguise

 observing dressed-up clowns or spies;

to simply view with rapturous joys 

my boys delight in playtime noise.

As they grew so grew their reach, 

to ball fields, forests, stage, and beach.

New toys and sharp imaginations 

fueled their complex machinations.

I watched them fail through many tries 

to grant discovery as their prize.

Respecting unique inclinations, 

witnessing God’s own formations.

My boys now men, the nest have flown, 

and raising children of their own;

all able men of gallant might 

watch o’er their charge through day and night.

Yet still I watch, and bless, and pray 

that God may grant them everyday

His gracious gift of oversight. 

Surveying growth is a dad’s delight.