A Poem for My Son

You certainly are not a poem that rhymes,
yet, my son, you are poetry in motion.
Your regal stroll and stately stare
have certainly won my life-long devotion.

As a young lad you were adorable and dangerous,
irresistible, unstable, unpredictable, but sweet.
We would spend hours chasing and pouncing,
or napping just blocks from the sea, you at my feet.

But time extends as it always does,
your spots and stripes grew more gray,
I, of course, married and had kids,
which you tolerated with just the slightest dismay.

We do a lot less chasing and pouncing now,
and we rarely, together, enjoy a nap.
Our life is just a different crazy,
yet you still spend a little time in my lap.

Fourteen years is a lifetime and nothing at all,
fourteen years a proud father to a son.
You’ve been the most magnificent, unapologetic companion,
to which none can compare, not one.


  • Kim Douillard

    Definitely a poem worth waiting for…I hope your daughter approved! As the “mom” of two 17 year old cats (our furry boys), I understand how the passage of time changes the relationship with these independent and majestic creatures. You honor your son with this poem as you express the complexity and ever-changing nature of relationships…and the impact of time.


    • luhoka

      Thanks Kim:-) I think this may be the first rhyming poem I’ve written, and boy, was it tough.