MY SON
As I watch my new born baby sleep
I wonder if he sees me
I wonder how he views the world
What he’s going to be
As I say to my three year old ‘good night’
And watch him go to bed
I want to teach him all I know
And prepare him for what lies ahead
As my five year old boy starts at school
I know from the very first day
That now his life really begins
And I’ll be beside him every step of the way
As my teenage son hangs out with his friends
I’m nervous! Are they a good crowd?
Will they be able to stay out of trouble?
Will they be able to make their dads proud?
My son, the young man, has had his heart broken
For the first time, I’m sorry to say
I want to hug him and say it’s alright
But would his pride make him push me away?
My son, in his thirties, now a father himself
As the cycle starts over again
I watch them play with envious eyes
As I remember what happened back then
My son, in his fifties, is doing alright
Still visits me once a year
Just the same as he always has
Still sheds that single tear
Now in his eighties, he’s never let go of the picture
His mother gave him of me
I wish I could have talked with him, just for one day
So that my pride in him he could see
by Sherin Sahagian
Sherin Sahagian Tender
- 16 years, 7 months, 14 days ago