If insight be what you lack
then son take it all from me
I shall give it to you freely
in hopes that you may see

If love is what you should seek
what tales my heart might tell
It has known heights and depths
of the soul as deep as a well

If I could grant precious wisdom
to enlighten your fair sight
I'd say play with your children
teach each how to fly a kite

But learn these old lessons now
while I am still here with thee
For the day will sometime come
when my light shall cease to be

That eve my heart be silent
its music shall play no score
The mind will  go dusk quiet
to be heard from never-more

But heard next day the singing
will float out above the din
The Caroling Angels call
beckoning me to come back in

On that distant fateful morning
I'll stand before them to say
" I washed my soul with happiness
then taught my son to play"


Tate
Original poem with music and pictures of my son
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/547353/