SINS OF THE FATHER
I find tears at times
spring unbidden at the brightness
of that boy's heart.
I'm told
there was a time when
I was of similar outlook, but
I can't remember it. I can't
remember a lack of darkness
in my outlook.
I know all the ways
I've gone wrong, been wronged
and wish to protect him
from classmates falling victim
to cool, lovers swayed by
others, self-doubt imprinted
by genetics.
I hope
I have the wisdom
to guide him
to be different
than me.
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