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.
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