Another Son's Birthday

He came in from the cold In a time when he was bold Looking into his father's tired eyes In an age of the bluest of skies He fell to his knees when his mother cried Remembering all the dreams that had died Tears streaming down his saddened face Searching for something to give him grace He smiled the bravest of loneliest smiles While traversing long and dangerous miles Laughing just the same while crying Thrashing the goals frying and trying Big Bad John coming through loud and clear Reminding his folks why he's so dear A heart of gold wallet full of charm Created a man that made no harm Coming into the bold When his life had been cold Searching his father's redeeming eyes In a time of sunniest skies Resurrected mom full of Happy Dreams becoming a reality Life's lost found after broken In memories that were stolen She laughed the bravest of smiles Her son winning all those miles He smiled with a tear in his eye His father trying hard not to cry Big Bad John with a heart of gold God could not break this wholesome mold His family and friends so near In this place he finds no fear Richard Wlodarski October 2015