A Fathers Reflection

Again, again, I ask, “So tell me, son, how was your day?” Thirty-four sanctions, and seven detentions since September’s start. How can you be so brilliant yet so lost? Why don’t you listen, son, why don’t you see? I wish for you the world, the moon, the stars, but here I stumble, unsure where to step. Do I lift you up, or let you learn the fall? Do I soften my voice, or should it harden? My dreams for you are vast, yet they collide with the growing pains of who you’re meant to be. I taught you chess, the piano’s tender keys, and numbers that could build a life of strength. I held you through the nights when skies were dark, but now the storms you face are in your mind. I pray to God above to guard your thoughts, to guide your feet upon the path to peace. Is this a phase, a season passing through, or am I faltering, failing where I stand? I do not know, my son, but still I hope. Be strong, be wise, and rise beyond these days. For you, my love will always seek the way.