|I remember the day you were born, Bill,
In that little Oklahoma town.
I was a proud papa that day,
there was no prouder one around.
You were all long and wrinkled
with a big old,"Desaire head",
everyone thought you were an ugly child
but not this proud dad.
You never missed a chance, son,
to sit on daddys lap
and listen to all the old tales
I spun for your benifit.
We were really tight, then,
like a son and Dad ought to be.
You grew to those terrible teenage years
but you never once made me sad
or sorry for the way things had changed,
it was only time that changed,
not us, or the bond we had.
You went to college all on your own,
graduated with your degree,
there were lots of proud dads that night
but none of them compared with me.
You married and had two fine kids,
you were as proud as proud can be.
You were so overwhelmed with emotion,
the night your own son came to see,
the light light up in his daddys eyes,
that the tears rolled down your cheeks.
You wanted to tell the world about happiness but you
choked up and couldnt speak.
Then came your little girl, the apple of her daddys eye.
You loved them both so much, Bill
I knew you would rather die
than see them hurt in any way
or have to tell them goodbye.
Sometimes things turn out strange, Son,
some things just never answer why.
Now you're gone and I'm still here,
and Son, if there was any way I could,
I'd take your place, where ever you are, up there in the
My bright and shining star,
I loved you all your life
and I'll love you till the end of time.
We had a bond no death can break,
me and that little boy of mine.
I love you.
by Adrain Desaire
"For a Son who passed on from this life"