R.I.P. ~ My son
In memory of Tony Corbett
You were twelve when you came into my life, when your mom became my wife.
And at twelve I knew you oh so well, what a lad of talent, I could tell.
You learned and learned and went your way, not always best, this I can say.
You had some bumps and stalls in life, and times were sad and filled with strife.
But all in all, you turned out fine, this son of mine, you took your time.
A man became, one filled with pride who married twice and paid the price.
Your children wept and then they grew, to love the man that became you.
And I remember you so well, who proudly called out “Here’s my dad”.
And we’d go fishing you with bait and hook, I’d proud be by you and read my book.
We fixed a car’s transmission gone, and those were days we did belong.
You left to live a life alone, and yet you always had a home.
For hearts of plenty full of joy, were all the blessings of you my boy.
I saw you proudly, as an adult, who conquered trials and sorrows doubt.
And I did pray always for you, so rest in peace my son, although I’m blue.
Dedicated to my son, Anthony (Bruce) Corbett
Sunday, June 9, 2013
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