My Son
I watch this boy as he grows, from youth into manhood in no time at all.
Like watching summer move into Fall.
His eyes are deep with knowlegde and insite.
His ways are gentle and polite.
I marvel at this friend of mine and try to get inside.
I will talk to him today during our car ride.
"What are you thinking, please share your thoughts, it's what I want to know."
"I'm just thinking if I was spiderman, how really fast I'd go."
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