If I wrote a song for you would you hear what I have to say? Would you see through my words, that you are my muse? I could put you up on that mountain high—but I won’t make that mistake again. Baby, I promise this to you. If I write you a song you will see new heights. As the lyrics fall from my lips to your ears; and the notes flutter to your heart. It’s time to let go of illusions and let my music move you. Baby close your eyes—let me take you to a new high. As the music unfolds it will take you on a beautiful ride. Feel the music rise and fall, from my lips to your soul. Feel the love in the words I wrote.
When my grandson was born, I felt I was too young to be called grandpa. I was a very young first-time father and was only 35 when my grandson was born. So, when I made that declaration, my daughter asked: "What would you like to be called then, dad?" and I responded "PAPA!" From that point on, I was PAPA. A title I take very seriously and with the greatest of pride.
This boy has gone so long ago, his life a blur—grainy—just like this photo. Many have judged his choices, but to him, it’s all just noise. For the girl in this young boys arm is now a fearless woman with great charm. This boy could be one of his own; as they all look just like him. He has made many mistakes on this journey, but to judge his love would be an error. He has loved his family with all his spirit. Most of them are grown, starting families of their own. But at least he can still hold his “babies” in his arms. His eyes tell his story, his smile reaffirms it—it hasn’t been an easy journey but it has been worth it. But the happiest story this man’s eyes now tells is that FATHERHOOD gave him his heart and his soul.
A love undying, nothing greater, nothing sweeter.