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Wednesday, November 18, 2015

A Son’s Poem for His Father (A short story for children)

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A Son’s Poem for His Father (A short story for children)
By: Noel N. Villarosa
November 18, 2015


A father has been living afar for so many years, leaving behind his wife and only son. The father was working abroad and only got a vacation once a year.

The father and son would usually fill the distance of being apart through video call in the internet. They made the internet as their virtual world, connecting to live like having a normal life back home, telling each other what has transpired during the day and showing any new in their possessions. Never, they have dull moments when talking online, they both see to it that they have their smile to pause during end calls.

They both spent leisure talks by sharing funny stories, did you know that, answering riddles, and telling about myths and legends. The son was so impressed to talk about these things. In return, the son would also share his own stories and they will both laugh as if the distance is not an issue.

On a cool breeze when everyone’s choice to get back to their homeland during the month of December, is just the right time that family get together and embrace the yuletide season with family and friends.

The father decided to go on vacation during this period because he promised to his son to be there on Christmas time. He promised to bond to his son and make it a memorable one.

Finally, both the father and son once again reunited. One day inside the room, the father was writing a poem, never in his mind that his son would be eager to ask how he could write his own poem. Father was so happy to hear his son asked. Immediately, the father has led his son in front of the mirror and both of them sat, reflecting on their own image at the mirror. The father told to his son that to write a poem was to think of a good title of a poem and pointing to the mirror, he asked, “What do you see in the mirror?” The son replied, “I see you and myself.” The father said, “Since that is what you see, maybe a good title for your first poem will be a father and son reflection.”

The son excitedly wrote on his paper the title: A Father and Son Reflection. The father eager to guide his son to write his first poem told him, “Now think of anything you want to tell about that image you saw in the mirror, write your first stanza and if you want you could put rhyming at the end of each line.”

The first thing that came to his son’s mind was to write this: “A father-son reflection in the mirror.” The father told to his son to continue writing the second line and this time to think of a word that would rhyme with the word mirror. The son contemplated for a while and he thought of rhyming it with the word error. So the son wrote in the second line: “A father’s guide that relieves me from any error.” Then he picked up his father’s hand and laid it upon the mirror while putting his right hand too upon the mirror. Then he wrote, “Your hand will be remembered touching the image of my soul,” “Sure you will watch over me with your true love control.” The father was mesmerized by the chosen words of his son. “It was really splendid, my son,” said by the father, as he touched his son’s forehead. “Now continue writing for the second stanza of the poem, you are just doing fine,” said by the father.

The son looking back at the mirror tried to contemplate what the image was telling him. He continued writing, “A mirror does not lie, for every breath and sigh,” “Our image will be a silent observer of what we dignify,” “We are both a light being forming the illusion,” “We are made to believe of convergent evolution.”

“When I looked into the mirror, I saw myself into you,” “Small and big dreams came into view,” “Having everything in its proper place,” “I am dwelling in you, it is hard to unlace.”

The father was speechless for the beautiful words rendered. He told to his son to continue one more stanza and it will be the last part. The son continued to thrive in writing. “The same lifestyle that we both fashioned,” “It is the impression of a desire for love’s passion,” “Your face had no envy to hide, you’re always true” “That made me whisper, I am you.” The son retelling what he just wrote, excitedly expressed contentment on his accomplishment, and loudly recited it for his father to listen. The father with tears in his eyes embraced his son and told him, “I am proud of you son. I want to make it sure that our reflection in the mirror is not only our light being but to be our guiding window to where our beliefs will take us into.” Below is the poem of the son for his father. THE END.

A Father and Son Reflection

A father-son reflection in the mirror
A father’s guide that relieves me from any error
Your hand will be remembered touching the image of my soul
Sure you will watch over me with your true love control

A mirror does not lie, for every breath and sigh
Our image will be a silent observer of what we dignify
We are both a light being forming the illusion
We are made to believe of convergent evolution

When I looked into the mirror, I saw myself into you
Small and big dreams came into view
Having everything in its proper place
I am dwelling in you, it is hard to unlace

The same lifestyle that we both fashioned
It is the impression of a desire for love’s passion
Your face had no envy to hide, you’re always true
That made me whisper, “I am you”

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