KARL WALLACE
A SON
You have to express pride in all that he is,
You hold him, fast asleep in your arms, and wonder
What he’s dreaming. As you watch him at play,
His imagination takes him
Someplace you can’t quite follow.
You see his interests, tastes, his talents taking shape,
All the while guessing at what he’s thinking.
You look at the man he’s grown up to be
And marvel at how everything stirred so smoothly
Together to make him what he is.
You see in him so much you always hoped for,
So much you never could have dreamed
And it’s all a part of your love for him.
It’s all part of why you’re so proud
To have him for a son.
You observe as he grew so tall and smart
Successful and independent he became,
Much like his daddy,
And it’s not just because of heredity
Nagging had something to do with it too.
