Ode To My Son Akain Poem by Shanika marini Paul

A bright star, did shineth upon my soul,
As the Moon Smiles upon it's throne,
Oh, my son as I brought you home.
Filled, did thou my heart with your little face's dome.

Akain, I named thee, my charming baby prince,
The battles, the thorns, the depression waded.
For your birth it was that soon invaded.
My son, my only son, you are a price I waited for since,

My little one, now aged eight,
That threads upon the Earth's fair face,
Astonishing, all with talent beyond,
Giving me pride one and all.

I love you my love, my life's threshold,
For thou my baby, will soon unfold,
Life's good and ugly mysteries,
Yet, thou must turn each page of life,
Fresh to begin with, fresh to live with.
Yesterday's deeds done would result,
In today's gain or insult.
But tomorrow will breathe new promises,
Look upon them, giveth them prominence.
Thou art the master, who holds the key,
To the eternal bliss of tomorrow's mystery

Written in 2020.
Poet Shanika Marini Paul