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Will you be my friend, Daddy?



Will you be my friend, Daddy?

 

‘Will you be my friend, Daddy?’ My boy Ronan asked today.

‘Of course I will, my little man!’ Was all that I could say. 

With that he held on to my hand, as we both walked up the hall. 

Paw Patrol or Blippi the viewing choice of one so small! 

 

He played his first ‘match’ yesterday, my heart just burst with pride. 

He loves going up to rugby with me and next thing he’s gone from my side. 

He has made new friends and is just stone mad about all of his coaches. 

‘Go forward and pass the ball backwards’ the mantra springs from many voices!

 

For a boy just of four and a half, he really melts my heart.

A sweet or crisp without hesitation, he would gladly part.

Always smiling, giggling, having fun or playing with our puppy.

A pure character, the baby of the house, to love him we are so lucky.

 

But time is going a little too fast, I want it to slow down.

I may smile and have fun with you but inside there is a frown.

I want you stay this age, no spots, beard or broken voice.

If we could stay here in this time, that would be my choice! 

 

But alas you are growing up, time stands still for no man. 

I snap out of this daydream and ask you to say it again. 

‘I love you, Daddy’ he says to me with his mommy’s smile. 

‘I love you too my little boy’, and sit and watch his shows for a while. 

 

‘Enjoy them while they’re young’ sound advice proven so true.

Before you know it he’ll be in a uniform and heading off to school!

Until then I still have my little boy, so let’s just chill and watch TV.

And spend some quality time together, just my little man and me.

 

By: Liam Murphy

03rd of November, 2021

Dedicated to Ronan, aged 4 ½

 


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