Page 15 Austin Hughes Wiseman - A Poem

 

A Son – a blessing - a Poem

 

 

Near twenty five years he was enjoyed on earth,

 

Felt the love of a son even before his birth.

 

 

As far as kids go he was the best,

 

t’was never a problem, not even in jest.

Since he was small he was shared in two worlds,

 

now it is the same, now in dust not bones.


For our family was so proud - it was a boy,

 

Always a blessing and o what a joy.

 

 

Great, Great Grandfather Jim’s family name would not be gone,

 

With our son Austin, our family name would live on


This one, and two girls made up my three,

 

They probably don’t know what they mean to me.

Since he was small he worked on bikes and cars,

 

With my tools and wrenches they soon became ours.

 

 

He had his mothers coloring back when he was young,

 

Then he grew to look like me before it was done.

 

Most of the family and all the girls,

 

enjoyed the gradual color change, the waves and his curls.

Seems Austin would forever show off his hair,

 

Later he stopped cutting it some - gave it such care.

 

He made his own decisions for they were his,

very polite about it but it was his biz.

 

With independence and maturity off to work and left home,

 

We all missed him even before he was gone.

He loved his family and caused great laughs,

 

we all admired him for staying on his path.

He was cute, smart and always a smile,

went off to learn about cars, high up over a mile.

 

 

Part of him now rest near where it began,

The other is spread where BMW’s have ran.

He sits where he can see the old home place,

 

And he is also among the heat of the race.

 

 

A finer young man I shall have never known,

 

Now our young man has gone on home.

 

 

We all miss him and it is often I cry,

 

Mainly it’s for just now… try to say “good – bye”.

 

 

Dad   09/21/06