I bought your birthday card months ago, dad
got you new sports shoes, I got you a cushion
to go with the yellow pelmet in your room that
I painted when you were still in primary school
Today you are 19 years old and every year of
your existence has been solid gold, your sense
of humour and chivalrous disposition bring joy
wherever you go, I prayed for you before you
Were born and always remind your guardian
angels to make sure they can find you to keep
you safe, your woes and victories are precious
to me - I never prescribe what you should do
Knowing you will follow my example, whatever
I say - I love you, treasure your presence and
enjoy seeing your crumpled bed reminding us
you are still young, it's a privilege to have you
Around, your barbecue skills and willingness to
help when I falter and make mistakes endear
you to me and you bring friends into my quiet
life - I love you my son, and always will!
[For Tiaan,15 July 2014]
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