To TCT and JRT
Two Sons. Two poems.
Hail and Welcome!
I do not usually send you a notification when I post a poem. Today is special.
These are two poems from my past. Written when my Sons were born and toddlers. These works, though sentimental and personal, have become also over the 20 years or so since being written: almost sacred to me. As much as a part of my fabric of being as my skin, my thoughts. My sons are in fact the very best of my life’s work.
These short works capture a Younger Syre. One I now look on with joy and also regret: that he is gone. Yet my sons, now men with their own lives, have grown to be even more beautiful in my eyes. It is time to share these poems for the first time publicly and remember their childhood. Remember that being a Father has been a defining part of my existence.
Yes, even JRT with his never ending trail of cars and lego bricks!
To Toby Callum Tregear 1998
You are my greatest work of art
A living canvas that portrays my heart:
Fashioned not from stone nor cast in bronze
Yet shaped from a definite whisper of breath
And wrapped in a melody of love.
Joshua Rhys Tregear 2002
I believe Joshua is a one boy mess
Machine
Toys on the floor and coloured bricks cover the
Scene
If only I could tie a broom to his
Hide
At least he could clear as he room to room
Glides!
Instead I’m the one like a supplicating
Penitent
Following on my knees whilst muttering muted
Malcontent
Forgiveness is a forlorn hope for any such
Parent
This child’s bedroom is my veil of tears and alas!
Mine head’s asunder rent
My your week and reading be blessed,
Syre Byrd
