Boy

My son,
You are always as you should be
Always have been
Always, in these hard spaces:
This soft kindness; this mighty mercy.

My son,
Every kindness you radiate
The warm silence
‘It’s okay,’ you say to us
‘It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay.’

But this sweet sturdiness,
My son; my son;
Is too much on your shoulders
Too much for you to fairly bear
And in the cool of the night
I wonder at your warmth
And all I can think to do
Is kiss you as you sleep.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s