Guest blogger Scott Newport called the other day and asked, “Do you need something for Father’s Day?” When I said yes, he sent this sweet poem. He wrote it two years ago when Evan’s health was failing, and Scott knew his remaining Fathers Days with his youngest child were numbered. So in memory of Evan, read on.
Scott’s Note to Readers
Another Fathers Day is fast approaching and, this week, I wrote a poem about it. I am looking forward to celebrating Father’s Day with all three of my children. Recently, Chelsea and Noah have been doing well but Evan has been sick for about a week and is unable to come off the vent.
Unfortunately, the last couple of illnesses have really uncovered the progression of Evan’s disease—something that makes me embrace every day with my kids. Evan’s most recent illness has reminded me again that Evan will never be a father.
The poem expresses that all fathers are also sons; but that, unfortunately, not all sons have the chance to become fathers.
I hope you and yours have a great Fathers Day.
Scott (father of three)
Two Sides
By Scott Newport
To have and to be
Is known by me
To be seen and to see
Is a part of me
To listen and to tell
That makes us well
To hold and to be held
Makes the perfect weld
To be loved and to love
Is like our father above
To be a boy or have one
The meaning of “son”
Fathers day has two sides:
One is to have, the other is pride
Your Fathers Day Thoughts?
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Remembering you on Father’s Day, Scott. One of the best dads I know.
Beautiful. Thanks for sharing Scott. Happy Father’s Day.
This past week Noah broke his first window with a baseball. The kitchen window shattered as his curve-ball made a wrong turn. Penni wasn’t too happy as she was sitting at the kitchen table with a couple of friends. This was a moment all fathers wait for and hopefully Noah and I will be able to share that story for years to come, the joys of first times. Maybe latter today I will share my first broken window, my dad made me pay for it, a lesson well learned.