It was back in the year of 1978, it was April, right on the verge of Summer's Gate.
A child was born to parents who could hardly wait, the 10th of the month is the resounding date.
Relatives came with offerings of toys, dad checked me three times to make sure I was a boy.
In the future my sisters to annoy, but for that present time, a true celebration of joy.
My childhood and upbringing was normal enough, becoming an adult is when it gets tough.
Parenting me was a challenge and rough, and there was that one time when I streaked in the buff.
Three years old and it was time for a bath, it was summer and light out-you do the math.
Lightening speed, the sidewalk was my path, my mother recalls, smiling, “Man, he was fast!”
Summers at Grandma’s, oh those wonderful days. A right of passage, and the games that we played.
Laying on the grass, spotting cardinals and jays, fond memories on my heart are emblazed.
Backyard football and all other sports, to relive those times I wish I could sail to that port.
Rehydrating by a hose, drinking gallons and quarts, the most famous of touchdowns take a lifetime to sort.
High school begins and you’re close to the end, that is of your childhood-it’s around the bend.
A first crush, and having yourself to mend, being more cautious when it’s your heart you spend.
Messing around and raiding fridges for beers, drown out the pressure that’s brought on by peers.
Then drugs enter in, and I waste five more years, paranoia, anxiety and a fountain of tears.
I’m faced with mortality when my cousin is killed, taking anxiety to the peak of a mountain...or hill.
Anguish and confusion, all over me spilled, a trip off to college, a life she was trying to build.
I drop out of school and promise to return, options I had I so quickly spurned.
Decisions, decisions, my brain slowly churned, arriving ten years later with all bridges burned.
A proverbial tunnel and at the end there is light. I meet a fair maiden and it’s love at first sight.
A rib found in Lima, like Adam’s delight. We marry and ride off into the passionate night.
Happily ever after has often been said, our dreams and hopes swirling inside my head.
Roses of love, in a deep scarlet red, the moment dreams became real was the day that I wed.
A man now I know this, with a bride at my side, we want to add Moore to us, like a baby’s cry.
With Jesus our first thought and with Him abide, the step out in faith takes boldness in stride.
Mairi Elizabeth is a much-longed for child, my heart overflows every time she smiles.
Her mother gave her beauty, like the Queen of the Nile, to be with my family, I would walk endless miles.
Some time went by and we thought we would add one more t the mix of the cute family we had.
Catriana Quinn made me a second time dad, but instead of life, God had another plan.
To be continued....
