Son Poem by Raynolds Moseamedi

Look at me, son
Stare, gaze, glare if you will
I love you so
With a love not even a mother's can best
I am the actuality to your reality
To me so, come willingly and happily
You might think a father's love
isn't as mightily as that of a mother
But I assure you, it is
Please listen... to the words i have inside
Face me dearly and tend to my cry
Look at me, and smile
Son you are my sun and my smile as due
I thought you should understand,
Of how much I love you.