My Son
My son
the oldest son
is almost done
with growing up.
What's up
with this guy
growing up
so soon before my eyes?
His eyes
now straight lines
into my eyes -
eyes that once looked up.
Sometimes,
my eyes still
see a boy
in rubber boots with toys.
Sometimes,
my eyes miss
seeing a man
mixed in with other men.
First it's,
"Hurry up and
grow up!"
to the boy with his toys.
Then it's
"Hold up!" and
"Wait up!"
from the fan of this young man.
What's sad
for this dad
wanting bad
not to see before
my eyes
My son
the oldest son
almost done
with growing up.
the oldest son
is almost done
with growing up.
What's up
with this guy
growing up
so soon before my eyes?
His eyes
now straight lines
into my eyes -
eyes that once looked up.
Sometimes,
my eyes still
see a boy
in rubber boots with toys.
Sometimes,
my eyes miss
seeing a man
mixed in with other men.
First it's,
"Hurry up and
grow up!"
to the boy with his toys.
Then it's
"Hold up!" and
"Wait up!"
from the fan of this young man.
What's sad
for this dad
wanting bad
not to see before
my eyes
My son
the oldest son
almost done
with growing up.
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