Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY SON PHILIP, by ETHEL BLYTHE PENNINGROTH First Line: My son, my son, you are to me Last Line: So many things I want to be! Subject(s): Sons | ||||||||
My son, my son, you are to me So many things I used to be That when I take you by the hand, And wander to some far-off land (A land of knights and spurs and kings, And many other wondrous things) I feel again their lure with you; For all those things I used to do. And yet you always face the fact, Perform your every meted act With grace and wisdom past your years; Untroubled by any doubts and fears, Although I know the tasks for you Are hard as ever mine to do. Perchance your trip to a far-off land Will strengthen you for tasks at hand! My son, my son, you still teach me So many things I want to be! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LATEST INJURY by SHARON OLDS PRAYER DURING A TIME MY SON IS HAVING SEIZURES by SHARON OLDS TWO SONGS OF PEACE: 1 by YEHUDA AMICHAI THE SMALLISH SON by HAYDEN CARRUTH SARAH'S PROMISE by LUCILLE CLIFTON ANY MAN'S ADVICE TO HIS SON by KENNETH FEARING THE RIGHTFUL ONE by DAVID IGNATOW A MAN'S VOCATION IS NOBODY'S BUSINESS by JAMES GALVIN |
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