Jan Hauck (June 1,1978)

You seem to be a bit shallow, a bit flat,
Slightly empty, perhaps even dull
But I put you aside for another time.
I think I can charge you, fill you,
Turn you into a mine or a bomb,
You are just a shell but you have potential.

You can be a screw or a bolt, even a wheel,
I do not know if you will grow from a paper clip
To an adult ice pick but I will try to nurture you.
I might have to clip you, prune you, shape you,
Sometimes it hurts me that I have to hide you,
But somebody out there will make you their own.

I do not always know what you will become
After I let you go like a father, my son,
When the world looks at you and sees you
Not always for what you are but what they are.
Sometimes I change so much, I look back at you
And feel unsure if I ever knew you.