A Rite of Passage

Written by: Joe Flach

I taught my son to shave today
Whiskers only he can see
The reflection in the mirror was
A yesteryear one of me

So serious and timidly
Careful with every move
He rinsed away the remaining suds
And again his face was smooth

I taught my son to shave today
With a solidly steady hand
He walked in my bathroom a little boy
And walked out a proud young man