Dearest Son,


Today is the day that you are born

Your eventual exception to the way I will raise you will remain

Hugs, flowers and kisses, everything that I have I give to you

I wish I could isolate myself from your life

From whom you are going to grow up to be

But how can I? … The apple does not fall far from the tree!

Therefore my apologies at this time of birth I offer

That my ideas rub off on you and cause you to be who you didn’t want to be

Or that my way of upbringing causes you to be a recluse

But you did all right for yourself as an adult but hated still some of my influences

In time, I would get older and weaker and you will get older and stronger

In time I will lose my faculties and you will get smarter

But label not my ways as foolish I beg of you

What I have, I will give to you … Food, comfort, life