Let me wrap you up in cotton,
Let me fight away the ghosts.
Let me remember what is forgotten,
Let me try and make the most.
That look you give me is magic,
Your eyes a deep blue sea.
The tears wash away the tragic,
And in your smile I am free.
And I promise you this, my son,
No pain shall break your spirit.
I will promise you this, my son,
Call my name and I will hear it.
Tangle ourselves in falling snow,
Let the Angels kiss your wings,
There’s no hurt where we will go,
Listen to the zephyr as it sings.
Your Saintly grace,
The soft scent of your skin.
Your cherubic face,
Absolves all my past sins.
I will always be here,
I will always see,
I will wipe away the tear,
I will hold you close to me.
I shall promise you this, my son,
No rain will drown your spirit.
I can only promise you this, my son,
Call mommy’s name and I will hear it.
Author notes
For my son, Evan Kenneth Corgan Prest, born on February 5th, 2008.
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Comments
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"Let me remember what is forgotten" That line really struck me. It implies the duty we have to impart our history to the young.
Your son has changed your life, that much is evident. "Call mommy's name and I will hear it." Another beautiful line.
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Congratulations on Evan in the first place! I absolutely love this poem and it's amazing how you wrote it. Amazing is still an understatement anyway!
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aww this poem is so touching man good job keep it up
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congrats to you and your family - funny on the TV[watch/listen to radio TV while i type/write think is a show about GEORGE WASHINGTON CARVER - credited with other crops besides 'KING COTTON' in the SOUTH] ANYWAY good write good refrain great ending hope u have saved this and printed/mounted/framed it somewhere with the date etc. thanks for sharing conrats/best wishes again regards zaj
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