Tinkering

I can't believe it's really happening this time!
The day of a day and the clearest bright sign.
Who's dad's grandson? Family tree. Pride and joy.
I couldn't ask for anything more. But, my little baby boy.



I love him so much and teach him all that I know.
It isn't a whole lot, just how things should go.
Build it correctly. Do it right. And, repair.
A box full of tools and a tinkering love affair.



We spend time in that garage, accomplishing little.
He smiles and laughs noises, great joy the transmittal.
Mechanical instruction and solving life's choices.
An education of both. Mine like my dad's voice is.



I wish he was here. How memorable he'd be.
And see a new line, in a tinkering legacy.
The two of us doing what was his solution.
And.
Boys take our name with one resolution.
 


Yes. We do what he did when I was the same size.
If he were here with me now. Our wisdom magnify.
The stuff doesn't matter and the project's a back seat.
Geared life application and a strong man to complete.



I wish the two of us had more time for conversation.
But, we're left here with… My distorted obligation.
If I knew what I know. Or, if I'd only been there.
I'd make fewer mistakes and spend more time with my heir.



The days roll by… Weeks to months. Years do change.
We tinkered a few times as our priorities rearrange.
I would see my old tools in those lonely night spaces.
My boy off with his friends, in different life chases.



I wish he was here. How helpful he'd be.
To heal our new line in this tinkering legacy.
The two of us don't, what was his solution.
And.
Boys take our name if just one resolution.
 


In the company of the lost, he's gone out on his own.
My loneliness and empathy, his defiance, have grown.
We speak very little. Our unemployed tools get rusty.
His means of a life's keep deeply rooted un-trusty.



My quiet prayer for recollection in a foundation collage.
And my boy will remember those long days in our garage.
And, the distance between us, separated and growing.
To get up from his falls. Seek wisdom and knowing.



Then. What skipped over me, caught up with my son.
And, I saw him again. The ramifications begun.
Overwhelmed with anxiety, a great deal to endure.
A near death bed decision. LOVE unconditional. And pure.



I wish he was here. How caring he'd be.
To see his new line, in a tinkering legacy.
The two of us doing what was his solution.
And.
My boy took our name with just one resolution.
 


The times have changed and creative medical advances.
Have led to alternatives and new circumstances.
My boy's tinkering time in life miraculously extended.
A part of me is now him and our time fences mended.



As recovery and healing require days with slow paces,
We grab those old tools and thank GOD for what grace is.
The activities we employ and the projects we keep.
Mean nothing at all, it's a relationship we seek.



So. Day after day. And time again, now together.
Our tools and wise choices. Eternal birds of a feather.
For no greater love that HE could show in this place.
An exchange for our sentence, the CREATOR embrace.



I still wish he was here. How proud he would be.
To see a solid line, of our tinkering legacy.
The two of us doing what was his solution.
And.
All three men. One same resolution.
 


When autumn was over and the cold winter began,
I went out to the garage to see my son again.
With hopes to spread wisdom and tinker out there,
His youthful good looks were replaced with gray hair.



What happened to him? He didn't look the same.
His skin was all wrinkled and how old he became.
Had it really been this long? Why didn't I recognize?
My son was my father and I couldn't believe my eyes.



We were together again. I missed him all these years.
Embraced in a hug. Hardly talking through the tears.
I love you so much, son. And, check out my new shop.
Unending tools and projects. And, a clock with no stop.



I wish he was here. How fun it will be.
All three men. And a tinkering legacy.
One guiding solution. One simple resolution.
And.
A new life given us. By HIS substitution.