It was a cold, grey, drab, October day,
When you made your way,
Noisily,
Into our world.
But, for me, the sun shone,
High, and bright,
And has stayed that way,
Both day, and night.
There has always been mischief
In your heart,
And in your eyes,
It was no surprise
For me,
To see you make fools
Of those at school,
Who thought themselves so wise.
University beckoned,
Much to your disdain,
But once again
You soldiered on,
And it was me,
Left bereft,
For the sight
Of your smile.
The years have passed,
The doubters,
Left aghast,
At your success.
Now with every breath I take,
I shout aloud
How proud I am of you,
My son.
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Owain Glyn
A/N This is a tribute to my son, Daniel, on his thirtieth birthday.
