the only son

Sun

As the son burst through like a cork in a bottle of sham Paine
The reality hits me, as I see your pink flashy face my hart has been infected
But when I hold you, you look at me with closed eyes and a closed hart.

7 passings have been and I see you as if looking into a mirror, I glance at the place where you once was, the streams ripples reflecting on my face as if pushing out the wrinkles with the relaxing waves. The picture of my youth shows me what I once was but then as the stream settles like time I see what I am.

I see you only covered in stone as nature took you, you settle under her command bereaving as the wind and moving as the sun.
I great you every morning with sorrow, but the warmth shying on me feels me up with joy and love knowing that you are there my son

( i hope u like this it is alot better then the othere poem i did the othere poem was a bit of a joke but this is a proper poem i hope this as deep 2 u as it is to me :) i am 16 and would like comment if u could plz and i am from peterborough)