Robert Burnell Krug Poetry

No one else can hear my silent language.

No one else in all the world.

Speaking thru my eyes, my expressions and subtle sounds,

No one can interpret my inner-most thoughts.

No one that is, except my loving son.


This beautiful young man, whom I adore,

Looks at me and sees every word scrolling.

In a way no one else can, he hears my silent voice,

For no one else has ever cared to try.

No one else has wanted so much to be with me and to know me so thoroughly.

No one else has ever looked up to me and has wanted to be as I am.

And no one else is as passionate as he, and as capable of reaching into the very depths of my soul.


Perhaps it is I, allowing only him to enter those places closest to my heart.

Telling him what I’m thinking, what I’m feeling, and letting no one else know.

Creating a bond so strong,

And the giving of self is my special gift for my special son.


There he is. My precious heart.

Immediately he knows what I am saying, no words, and I see his response.

Then back and forth, our eyes and expressions speak in continuous dialog.

Then together we quietly laugh, for the experience is so surreal, so magical.

I love the warmth of my son’s strong hugs.

I am filled with joy when he says “I love you papa”.

But we love one another beyond words that only our passions can express.

Poet: Robert Burnell Krug