Ferdi Zondagh (06 September 2009)
It’s the night before you were born.
The rain tickled in, bringing a new fresh start with every drop.
It’s a moment i’ve looked forward to my whole life, meeting
my son, Ferdi Ross.
Your mother look’s her radiant self tonight, brimming with excitement
and joy before the birth of her son.
It’s as if the whole world has stopped, for your day.
Your birthday.
There are so many things going through my mind tonight.
Will you be tall,
Will you be strong,
Will you love life,
Will you love me?
I hope and pray i can give you the world you deserve.
As i sit and think about everything i want to teach you, i wonder
how many things you going to teach me.
Today i’m the son of Ferdi, tomorrow i’ll become the father to Ferdi.
You are my son.
I will be strong for you, my son.
I will be brave for you, my son.
I will always be there, my son.
But mostly, i will love you, for you are the gift god has given us,
Ferdi Ross.
poem by Ross Zondagh
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