In these boxes you’ll find treasures
Once belonging to my sons, all three
Each one represents a memory, of
A special time for me.
Jeff’s smile as he won a tournament
Or Chris as he ran to first base
Then there was Dan who wrestled
Each one had his own sport, this was the case.
Lessons learned in childhood
No matter what the game
Play fair, do your best, try hard
All learned by them the same
Time has passed, they are grown men
For these treasures there is no longer a need
But if to another child a smile they bring
With our effort we will succeed!
The boy who was a wrestler,
As a doctor now mends with gifted hands.
And the child who ran so fast to first base,
Teaches other kids as he conducts his school band.
The hockey player, who on defense
Kept the opponents score low,
Now carriers a gun as a Federal Officer,
As off to work he goes.
Now I must end my little poem,
For I’m off to the rink for another hockey game.
I’ll watch my grandson score a goal,
Then a trophy he will earn.
And as he goes along his way,
Life’s lesson he will learn.