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Oh My Son
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Oh my son....
how did you become this age?
You have quietly woven your years
to reach those that
once were mine.
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Oh my son....
If I could only pull and re-weave
the threads of the past!
My shield was not enough
and the knowledge sears my heart.
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Oh my son....
You waver, quietly thoughtful...
tangled between esteem and rejection;
Your eyes betray you.....there is
no question of choice.
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Oh my son....
My inexplicable, abiding fear
of losing you unfolds;
I know esteem is found
where I am not.
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