My Cool Son - He's Music
poem by:
Raychill Ellisonwonderland
Written
on Dec 10, 2015
Content Note: Tribute to a son; life, ability, and lived rhythm. Born on a Wednesday, at 1-to-11, What a mighty fine year—1987. Ears painted gently on a handsome-framed face, You cruise through this world at a lightning pace. Bangs on your bass raise temperatures high, Tempo so natural, it makes grown folk cry. Soft angel lashes—yet strong as they come, Your rhythm runs deep, like the beat of your drum. Singing so sweetly, no fret left undone, I can only be talking 'bout you, my cool Son.
Tags: happy, love, rhyme,
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Christopher Russon commented:
Lovely cool poem.
Frank Hornby .
commented:
Cool poem Raychill.........I've got a guitarist grandson.....was in a band called..Hoags Object....(stuff on u tube..)...keeps me young ..hahaha......you are so proud of your son.....it's obvious....
