I Am Filial…a poem of sonship

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I AM FILIAL

Mine was born of love devoted,

So deep, profound, uxorious…

Sonship shared by my father to me,

As I to my mine subsequently.

A discernment passed down the lines,

One generation to the next.

Never ending…rife with devotion,

As we strive to be our best.

Oft, we fall short of raw emotion,

Subjugating our desires for theirs.

Soul-filled hope as they carry on,

Through the days, the months, the years.

But lost are those cut short by time,

We struggle for that relation confounded…

Am I only some son-like kin?

Unloved, left behind, unfounded?

Yet, even though the waters have passed,

Sojourned to the open sea.

There is still a love that came from him,

Though he was lost – I find in me.

Author: What Words May Come

Hopeless romantic; joker; father and grandfather; husband; sportsman; part-time writer;

2 thoughts on “I Am Filial…a poem of sonship”

    1. Thank you Julie! I was asked by a gentleman from church to try and capture something about a sermon that resonated with him and this came out. Ha… He said he loved it… Go figure! I hope all is well with you!

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