Soapbox

Masterwork

Cut me some slack Katie- it’s tough to find a word that rhymes with daughter.

 

For you, I’ll get up early in chill December dawn
To move where you would have me, your ever ready pawn.

For you I’ll slow my steps and teach you how to run
That you might learn by doing, though it’s longer ‘til I’m done.

For you I’ll tackle questions beyond the normal ken
Of saint or grand philosopher, or any learned men.

For you I’ll hold on tightly and never let you stray:
For you I will let go, that you might walk away.

For you I’ll lie awake on anxious Friday nights
Until I hear the front door slam and know that it’s alright.

For you I’ll pledge my earthly goods and those I’d like to own
For shoes and boots and soccer camp, and then your cap and gown.

For you’ll I’ll re-invent myself to meet your changing need.
I’ll always be your champion, and for your cause I’ll plead.

For you I’ll give my very self: my soul and breath and bone
You’re my message to the future- my gift, my heart; my son.