I heard about a motorcycle crash on I-95
And had to call to see that you were alive.
My heart was in my throat
when you answered the phone
I choked back my tears
at the thought you might be gone.
I had trouble trying not to bawl
As I told you why I called.
They would have been tears of Joy
That God had spared my little boy.
I know how much fun the bike can be,
But so many more depend on you. See?
For your mom and my peace of mind,
Lose the bike and I think you will find
Raising your little boy is more fun
Than you will ever have on a bike run.
I love you son, and that you know,
I worry about your bike at the speeds you go.
So please honor your father's request,
Dump the bike, cause you know Father knows best.
This is such a heart warming plea from a loving father. who cherishes his son and it shows in your heart and in your words. I hope he got rid of that bike...
Thank you sharing your beautiful poem with us
Peace and Love
Judy