Beware the tornado comes.
The argumentative, the voice
A whirlpool of his opinions
Then ending with rejoice.

Laughing, I remember best
Quick witted, and divine
A satirical mocking saint
Then came torture look behind.

And I, at his distance
Placed miles, to meet
A time of lenghty separation
Then maybe soon will greet.

Desiring healthy manhood
Leaving the comforting womb
A boy becomes a man
Then comes a day not too soon.

Like the warior hands toughened
He brings his child
A browned eyed blonde darling
Then father presenter smiled.

Oh, the dreams of love for our children
Sometimes fate does insist
A blonde brown eyed son named, Joel
Then, my child, and now a man.