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 THE AGED STRANGER; AN INCIDENT OF THE WAR by FRANCIS BRET HARTE |
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