This poem was dedicated to my best friend and his two sons. It was sparked by a discussion we had about the need for mature male role models in a boy's life.
GROWING UP IS SCARY
Growing up is scary,
And it comes on like the tide-
No power on earth can hold it back.
This then is the task of men:
To show how to navigate life
And not founder on submerged rocks,
Nor run aground on sand bars,
But to keep steady as the current flows
And stay in the middle,
Safe in the deep channel.
A boy must keep both hands on life’s wheel
If he is to become a man of any sort,
And he needs a man’s firm hand on his
If he is to avoid the shoals
And steer his boat safely
Through storm and tempest.
There are places in a boy’s heart
Only a father can touch.
It must be hard to be without a father for guidance. I recall fondly several scrapes in my childhood, teenage years, and even early adulthood where my father stepped in, in his always, very steady way, and saved the day. I learned a great deal from every one of those incidents, and by the way he treated everyone with respect. Every son needs this from his father, and those fathers who abandon their sons should be held to account.
It's almost Christmas. Lynn Basil is writing her last book about a secret entrance into the magical doll land of Sha Bebe that she loves so much. Bagannos have taken over the world! Lynn finally meets her dolls in real life. Can she write in a Secret
Let this coming of age story of a boy named Bean take you back to a simple time. Set in a small southern town in the 1960's, encircled by a river and gleaming white cotton fields.
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