When 'Son' Comes Home

When 'Son' Comes Home

A half a century has passed since my son's birth.
The years have their own way of gauging time here on earth.
What seems the shortest years of his young life
Likely seemed as long as forever and a day and rife

With all the learning process and pitfalls of this place,
And young adulthood was gathering speed for the race.
But now his children are gathering speed as their children come
And the process is passed on, with the years, to the new young.

You come to understand that the eternal speed of time
Changes according to your own perspective when you've climbed
Your highest mountain and seen two more generations ushered in
To take up the race of life on which our civilization will depend.

Now we're all separated by thousands of miles - so far apart
Yet all grow closer, whatever time frame, we're ever in each other's hearts.
When Son comes home, once a year, and visits for a week,
I value that visit as golden time which is fleeting as I speak.

It would be a great blessing if all our family could live close by
But sometimes, in this era, that's not possible and you wonder, "Why."
We all take what comes and do our best, counting our available blessings.
So we'll just count our days for another year and wait for some more blessings.