Poem 24

Son

He is his father’s son

I look at him so many times

Stealing glances

And it always makes me smile

He might not always know it but he is his father’s son

His walk, his lips, his mannerisms, his tastes

But he is also an image all his own

that I can attest

He is the best of us

The happiest of our experiences

This son of mine

A treasure to behold

And he doesn’t even know how much he’s worth

This son of mine — his father’s son indeed.