Tuesday, 27 June 2017

Phew, My Nephew

My Nephew has pride, and does not hide,
He is all for tagging along for the ride
To abide by a speeding measure to treasure
From this thrilling, spilling endeavour.

He is hurt at the moment, from needful neglect
As his guardians don't reflect on his intellect,
As he has wisdom beyond his years, and without fears
He will live sensibly, and abide the ride without tears.

He is strong willed, and does nurture with favour
Comradery behaviour, as he is a saving saviour
To those of a lesser degree, so he can come to be
A partner to weather a storm of acting needlessly.

He will soon be free from his griefs
As he has good family relations beliefs,
And not acting like a criminal thief
He will branch out and be like a leaf.

Leafs can fall, but some stand tall
To weather the Autumn Fall call,
Of being precarious in tempestuous
Weather, an endeavour to the rebellious.

I respect him respectfully so, and he does know
That his mother's love for him does grow and grow,
She nurtures what he favours in respectable behaviour
From Sisters and Brothers who he does favour.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 27/06/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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