My Boy

Sometimes the son in the teacher and the father is the student.

I wrote this poem sometime in May, 2018. It’s dedicated to my amazing son, Gabriel. Sometimes the son is the teacher and the father is the student.

I am imperfect
this is certain
was it ever in doubt
clarity came
with you, little fire
your birth inspired,
a change in me.

son,
this is your dad
laid bare and disrobed
of ego and presumption
sometimes kind
often frustrated
always broken.

committed though
to always show,
that despite my flaws
and fractured claws
I scratch for more,
for you
my boy

that I am less
untethers me, so…
before you
I kneel
like a son to a father,
praying that I too,
will grow.