Most Grateful Son

Most Grateful Son
By Guy Dickie


My hand in yours,
As we climbed,
You lit each tread,
A shining Quest.
You wavered, struggled,
Yet so brave
And always, always
Did your best.

You led the way,
So very long,
And made my climb
So undemanding.
With Morals pure,
Ethics strong.
A Hero’s test,
And you’re still standing.

I won’t stop,
Or turn back,
Never stay down,
My will won’t crack.
I harvest good habits
From you like a crop,
Let nothing impede
Our march to the top.

It’s now time for me
To take the lead.
To show you a stair
Of Silver, Crystal and Gold.
For this you’ve shown me,
Its beauty never grows old.
I offer my hand,
To the one I adore
My Guide, my Teacher,
Best friend and Mentor.

The rest of the way,
My Mother dear,
You shall not want,
Need, or fear.
Plush rug under toes,
Chandeliers over head,
Sweet scent for your nose,
The best lay ahead.

Each landing so vast
With room to stretch out,
Walls covered in photos
Let there be no doubt,
Smiling faces and embraces
A true sign of love
That my Father,
Your Husband,
Watches down from above.