Yesterday morning for an an hour or two, we were partners in crime, just me and you.
I had my breakfast with you on my knee, I ate my toast and you drank my tea.
Words of wisdom were passed from father to son, new ideas for a mind so open and young,
and then it was my turn to hear something new, thoughts of the world from a child's point of view.
Next, off by yourself, you go to get dressed. I sneak to my bed for a ten minute rest.
But you are alert and wise to my plan, no longer at breakfast, you know where I am.
Quickly you join me under the cover and now we are playing at hiding from mother.
A cave made from cloth and only for two, we shut out the world, now it is just me and you.
And now in the dark there are promises made about sweets that you want and games to be played.
I have no defence from a father's emotion, walls weakened and breached by total devotion
to a son, now a boy and growing so fast. Moments like this are not going to last.
With that in mind, here's what I'll do, write it down here for just me and you.
It's time to get ready, the game is now done. You're off to school for some learning and fun.
But now there's a problem, your changing your tone. No huff please, no puff, I'll just stay at home.
Here's what we'll do son, to prolong the laughter, I'll take you to school and go to work after.
Come put on your jacket, I'll help with that shoe. We join Ollie and Mother, not just me and you.
So I thank you, my boy, for the time that we passed, a morning with you just flies by so fast.
Being so close to you makes me feel strong, easy to handle the things that go wrong.
You are my strength, my love and my shield. You are the best of my promise fulfilled.
It could not be different, I don't want it to be. Nothing more, nothing less, than just you and me.
