Your Son's Son
Your face from sonogram looks at me directly,
are you grimacing?
Displeased, ill at ease, uncomfortable,
All balled up and squished inside your mom's tummy.
Listen kid, I like your impatience,
Keep that 'tude, like they say,
You want out, you want in, so,
Live every day like your dying.
And you, not even born yet!
Ignore those who tell you in life,
Except for the pain of a broken heart,
Which is the only human organ that heals itself
With patient time attending to its cuts,
Run hard every day.
Wait for nothing except true love,
Which finds you when it's your time,
When you're ready, ready to appreciate
The most important part of being alive.
Be unafraid, come to us,
we too are impatient,
waiting for you with true love.