Wednesday 9 April 2014

Meditations of a Father




 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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