As I Became Him
I love you, my son
Simple, wayward, spinning complacency
Father loving deeply, inside his mind
He guides me to a boil, scared, scarred
This messy pot of scalding loving scorn
Bubbling for recognition, a job well done
The innocence inoculates him
I dreamt I was you, I was
A callow young man, as you become me
As I became you
Copyright © T.R. Sevrens | Year Posted 2007
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