A Poem: My Child

My Child

The sky is wide and clear

My mind full of hope for your days

While you frowns are a pause

Your smile is with me all days

I see the possibilities

I see the fruitful fields

I see strength inside each day

Like an artisan molds clay

I too take great care

Each pass each spin

Each line cut

I do my best to bring out your beauty

Your base I toil to make strong

To suffer any storm

I build upon a warm strong core

I support the heart inside

With careful words I reinforce

The teachings that are right

I've never been a perfect man

I know I never will

I rely on what I learn each day

To help you grow with what's right

My hands are old and fragile

Though know that I take care

And when I do misstep

I take corrective care

With water, time, and knowledge

I will re-sculpt again

I try my best to correct

Imperfections in your will

Forgive me you deserve better

You are so great indeed

I can only hope 

Through you I keep learning

One day you'll walk away

And I'll become to tired

Please help me in those days

To not forget all that I aspired

I only mean you love 

For each and every day

For I am so grateful

God let me share your days