Son’s Day Poem

{“Do Not Be Anxious.” The apostle Luke recorded Jesus’ words : “Consider (meaning: give regard to, study well, learn from) the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.” (Luke 12:27 ESV).

Today is Son’s Day so writing this poem for Ru (Reuel, which means friend of God)}

My son is a sunflower

Always turning to the Sun

A flower-tower

He gives his beauty to us

Flower-power

For no prize, price, or cost

A flower smells sweet, is soft to the touch

And beautiful to look at

Till it crosses its prime

And he too has all these traits

From bud to full bloom

Then the flower

Fades, wilts, its petals get dismantled

And it dies

And like the grass of the field that Jesus says

Is here today and tomorrow thrown into the fire/furnace (gone)

Yet God cares for it too as it too is born, lives and dies like all his other creations

So will my son

A flower lives and dies without knowing why

So does my son

Who makes many happy

But does not know he does

Or even the reason for his existence

But he does not peddle drugs

And it is hardly likely he will kill or rape anyone

We keep him safe

As he is precious, a diamond

When others boast of their sons’ achievements

We boast of his (to each other in our small, tightly-knit family)

Being peaceful, calm, and happy through the day

If he is

It’s a great achievement

Or if he stays hale, hearty, and healthy

He is our bright, morning star

My son has stripped me of all needless junk and baggage

All garbage In life

To see

There is no need to ask why

Just live

And try to be happy

Each day of your life

Till you die

Like the birds of the air and the flowers of the earth

There is no need to count wins or losses

All that matters is love

Food, shelter, clothing

And cosseting

Of and by your loved ones

My son is the greatest teacher

Like flowers, green grass and birds are

And we call him the friend of God

As in his eyes, that just happen to be clear pools, we see divinity

Sometimes, not always

For hours and hours.

(This poem is dedicated to all on the autism spectrum.)

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Dr A.V. Koshy is presently working as Assistant Professor in Dept. of English, Faculty of Arts and Humanities, Jazan University, Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. He has authored or co-authored seven or eight books of poetry, theory and criticism. He is an editor and anthologist. He is also a distinguished teacher of the English language and literature and a critic, with a Ph.D in modern poetry, specifically Samuel Beckett's poems in English. He was a Pushcart Prize nominee for poetry in 2012 and his book Art of Poetry was selected as Best Reads 2012 by Butterfly and the Bee. He has been editor's pick on Camel Saloon thrice and poet of the month thrice in Destiny Poets UK besides often having his poems appear in the highly selected category. Has other international awards, diplomas and certificates to his credit too.

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