My dear son... How does one describe a summer's day? Trepidation of your arrival Our hearts filled to bursting Unbridled love and unabashed joy The sheer exhilaration of knowing That you were coming home to stay. My dear son... How does one describe a ray of sunshine? Your merry eyes Squeals of innocent laughter Warm cheeks and face all a glow The centre of our universe from that day. My dear son... How does one describe love? What kind of brother have you become? Leading your siblings on a merry dance Goading them on occasion while in command The best one they could imagine. My dear son... How does one describe you now? Tears fill my eyes My heart breaks with pride and love To see who you’ve become With a purview filled with conviction and compassion For a better man is made Though I wonder why Togepi does pervade!?! My dear son... How does one describe time? As your destiny awaits? A leader in the making Your future for the seizing And a life to be made Your faith and love of God will keep you steady And your moral code will set you rightly on your way. My dear son. Love always, on your 21st birthday. Vinod. 21 May 2020
The Spoken Word 