A poem from a favorite memory of my son at the park one day.

Such a blessed sight

Seeing my son playing is enthralling

And I’m simply in a state of peace

From the words that he’s calling

“Daddy I want to slide”

“Daddy I want to climb”

Every statement with a smile

As his eyes continue to shine

Climbing to the top with a rush

Only stopping to make sure I look

He gets to the top of the slide

A perfect picture my camera took

He slides down effortlessly

My face holding much revere

His laughter as he climbs back up

Greatest sound to my ear

I limit not his time

Rather encourage him for more demonstration

Can’t get enough of how much he’s grown

And his development of education

So independent; yet trusting

Knowing his daddy is keeping watch

He’s plays freely on the monkey bars

Unquestioning if he will be caught

The aspects of fun run all through his body

And we both leave feeling fulfilled

A beautiful truth that a small park

Brings my son the biggest thrill

                                                            Brian Person 

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