Dear son
As you grow
You will hate me
I will tell you things you don’t like
I will forbid you things you like.
Look
I see broken shards
Everywhere.
Your mother wont
Love me if she saw
You wade through them.
Dear son
I will feel like a snail
Walking through salt as
You hate me
But I will walk slowly
As I thaw to sliminess
So that your tears will
Never be salty.
I will only let you dance
On the sea shore as you spin
Into the wind of good will.
You will write your dreams
On sea rocks then like a bow
You will stretch your hand and
The sea will shake into ripples
You will create many waves
And those that stand against you
Your waves will wash.
But dear son
I only wish you realize
My good intentions
Before I pass
It’s my dream too.
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