Son, when I
admonished you to curve a path for yourself
To create wonderful
vistas of a world unexplored—
Beautiful,
magnificent—
Was my voice harsh?
When I urged you to
grow up to be a man of great learning
Learned in poetry, science,
law, theology, philosophy, geology
Did I intimidate you,
son?
Did you not grab the
earnestness of my plea?
Son, when I walk around and see you dull
Caged by the stifling
thoughts of here and now
Do you think me happy
When I know that your
mind can soar the skies
Wrestling with the
ideas of man and the earth?
Am I too harsh to
you, Son,
When in my unguarded
moments of anger
I tell you that your
dreams are too great
To be traded with the
present sorrows and want?
When I lead you into
the night
And point to you the
majesty of the skies
Do you mistake me for
a senile old man?
When I show you which
stars shine brightest
Prodding you to take
those stars to your sleep
Do I test your
patience, son?
When I wake you up at
dawn
So that we can watch
the sunrise
Do you see me as a
mean father?
Do you doubt my sanity when I weep
Just by witnessing
the birth of a new day?
Son, when I speak a
lot about the flowers,
The stars, the moon,
the oceans, the butterflies,
The rocky mountains,
the sand dunes
Do you sometimes
secretly wish
I would just stop and
talk ‘normally’?
Son, am I harsh, when
I let you in into the greatest secrets of the universe?
Do I bore you, Son?
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