My Son Poem by Alan Kent

My Son

Rating: 5.0

When my son asked, 'Is God real dad? '
I wondered what to say.
Should I change the subject?
Or bluff with clichéd grey?

But then I thought, 'What do I feel?
Do I believe in Him?
Can everything we see and feel be accidental whim?

By chance to be just far enough from a billionth, billionth star.
Can that create a warm spring day to gladden every heart?

So as he sat upon my knee and wondered why I frowned,
I said to him with heartfelt hope,
'My son, he's all around. '

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Isadora Quagmire 21 July 2025

Thoroughly enjoyed! Full stars : )

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Isadora Quagmire 21 July 2025

An absolutely magnificent piece! Wonderfully filled with truth and beauty! Thank you so much for sharing this poem!

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Timber Koleden 21 July 2025

Truly a superb poem! Continue writing more like this!

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Timber Koleden 21 July 2025

A grand poem! Thank you for sharing! Top marks!

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