To My Sons

My heart feels like a bomb from the pressure of my devotion.
As if it would burst from intensity of emotion.
When I see a game or book that in your childhood you knew,
tears stream down my face, thinking how fast you grew.
You’ve watched my every move, learning more than what I’ve taught.
I pray you don’t inherit the demons I have fought.
I wish I could give you everything, and spare you both every sorrow.
Instead I must trust from seeds planted today,
you’ll reap abundance and joy tomorrow.

About Jeff Opfer

Jeff is a carpenter and freelance writer born and raised in the Reno area. View all posts by Jeff Opfer

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