May you never lose the boy in you
when you become a man – what joy
ensues amongst all those who’ve watched
you grow; both young and old who’ve
played the tunes to songs you’ve sung,
who’ve held with hope your tiny hands.
Your smile is like a cheeky sun that spreads
contagious cheeriness, a lavish grin which
few could fault a welcome in, and in a
special way we know your gift alone is
ours to wear as living gifts are worn by
hearts warmed sweetly in a cheery glow.
May you never lose the boy in you as you
grow old, the precious view of simple things,
a hundred bows, a thousand strings, and arrows
true to learning’s where you fired your joy into
the air – it fell free and true you’ll find,
we’re always here and in your mind.
© 2007-02-24, I.D. Carswell
For Saxon Radke - a great little mate!
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