MY FATHER’S SON

I promise you

I’ll sweep you off your feet

Just like Cole did Julie

 

 

I’ve seen it,

The way he held her hand

Like it was the only map

He ever needed

 

The way he was happy

To step in the kitchen to

Cook for their seven seeds

Happily serving each plate

With a smile that looked

Like he won the lottery

 

 

On her sacred ground he subscribes

And continually tells us the story

Of how they met

With the same bright smile

As the first time he did

 

 

I would hold your hand

Like it’s the only map I need

I will happily step in the kitchen

And cook for our mini-mes

Happily serving each plate

Like I’ve won the lottery

 

 

On your sacred ground I will subscribe

And tell the story of how I met you

To our kids one thousand times over

With the same bright smile

As the first time I told the story

 

 

 

I am my father’s son

And his love runs in my veins

I’ve inherited the way he would fight

For her laughter like it was the last

Currency in a world gone broke

 

 

I’ve seen the tears,

The quiet apologies,

The way love doesn’t always come easy

But they never stopped building

 

 

So I stand here

Vowing to sweep you off your feet

With the same hands

That carry his blood,

The same courage,

The same stubbornness

The same undying belief

That love is worth every fight.