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MY SON

psteik — Tue, 09 Dec 2025 01:40:02 +0000

I have a son, a little son, a boy completely fine.

Whenever I see him, it seems to me, all the world is mine.

But seldom, seldom do I see my child awake and bright.

I only see him when he sleeps. I only see him at night.

It’s early when I leave for work.

when I return it’s late.

Unknown to me is my own flesh.

Unknown is my child’s face

When I come home so wearily,

in the darkness after the day.

My pale wife exclaims to me,

“You should have seen our child play!”

I stand beside his little bed.

I look and try to hear.

In his dreams he moves his lips.

“Why isn’t daddy here?”

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HOW ABOUT SOME POETRY FOR A CHANGE?

psteik — Sat, 29 Nov 2025 04:34:23 +0000

I wrote this poem after my father was diagnosed with cancer for the fourth time, the cancer that took his life.

CANCER

What can you say when your father is dying? Is there any way words can express?

The foundation of life that you’ve had from first breath will be gone, leaving vast emptiness.

I could list things he’s done, that to me seemed enormous, though outsiders might not be impressed.

Words he spoke, acts he’s done, that showed who he was. Sing to me that my family was blessed.

Though his time here on Earth will soon come to an end, he will always be close to my heart.

I’ve seen his smile, felt his hand, as he’d guide me though life. I know he’s done more than his part.

As I write, he suffers from an agonizing disease. He suffers in silence and does not speak of pain.

He’s seeking the best for those that he loves, and our pity would not be a gain.

A grimace escapes as he moves only slightly, while watching my mother at work.

He smiles to know that his pain wasn’t seen, then he spies the place where I lurk.

His eyes say, “keep quiet, it’s not that bad.” But his voice speaks low, man to man.

I pray every day that this pain you won’t know; I’m praying just as hard as I can.

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I BELIEVE MY CHILD’S IN HEAVEN

psteik — Tue, 02 Jan 2024 03:20:50 +0000

I believe my child's in heaven, freed from Earthly cares.
Where every day is filled with joy, and magic's in the air.

I believe that he's with God now, telling his Earthly story.
I pray what pains he felt below are lost to heaven's glory.

I recall all his happy times, with the family who so loved him.
I wonder if he remembers, his passion for writing and for film?

I wonder what's important now, that angel wings embrace him?
I'm glad he's shed his Earthly load and now is safe in heaven.

I'm glad to know he's happy, in heaven, with our Lord.
But, selfishly, I long to hear once more- "I hate this show, I'm bored."

I long to hear his voice again, or gaze upon his smile.
I'd love to hear just one more joke, for that I'd walk for miles!

In truth, I must be satisfied with memories that he left me. 
My job now is to "suck it up," and care for my remaining family.

I've failed them in so many ways. For that I'm truly sorry.
It's time to vanquish any guilt and get on with my own story.

I promise to be better, just as soon as I am able.
I'll once more play it straight, I'll put my cards upon the table.

It's hard to lose a child, the hole in my heart's immense!
But I must resume my duties, my "new" life must commence.

Thank you for bearing with me. Please let me know what you think of this.

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OLD AGE

psteik — Sun, 26 Nov 2023 00:37:16 +0000

An attempt at poetry to make your weekend wonderful!

OLD AGE

Broken hips, from falls and slips, and all too common clumsy trips

Teeth fall out along with hair, while lounging in my underwear.

The internet, that crazy thing; is a challenge, but it’s interesting.

My kids may take me to a show, the whole time saying, I’m too slow!

Porn is in, and God is out. But time moves too fast to hear my shouts!

Weekend sports are not relaxing; the games filled up with questionable factsing!

The players often “take a knee” to say our cops act recklessly.

Perhaps I’ve been on Earth too long. I hardly hear my favorite songs.

Do we get the truth from network news? Or is it lies that they all spew?

Am I just an old man grumbling? Or are our “leaders” inept and bumbling?

Will we remain the land of the free and brave? Or does our country need to be saved?

Can we still say, “In God we trust?” Or is that part of us a bust?”

Our debt is several trillion dollars. And, as it grows nobody hollers!

I’m voicing concerns that, to me, are real as our president signs another spending deal!

I’ve seen a lot, some good, some bad. I’ve had a good life, and I’m glad.

I’m saddened by the debt we’re leaving to all who follow, no plans for relieving.

We can do much better, I know it’s true. Let’s turn off this tsunami before our time is through.

Let’s tell these creeps in DC who never say no. To stop spending our money, or they’ll have to go!

Thanks for reading to the end. Please leave a comment and follow me.

Phil

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