FOR MY SON

I found a piece of paper lying on the floor.
Not the first.
Surely not the last.

I asked you to take it to your room,
Along with all the other papers that belong there.
But you said it was mine.

So I read it.

I am tall and intelligent.
I wonder what my future will turn into.
I hear sounds that I know when I daydream.
I see things that I like to do.
I want to have more friends.

I am tall and intelligent
I pretend with my ďLEGOS.Ē
I feel happy when I get a good grade.
I touch things in my mind.
I worry about test grades.
I cry when I miss my grandma.

I am tall and intelligent.
I understand the o-zone layer could collapse.
I say life isnít always fair.
I dream of the future.
I try to do good in things for everyone.
I hope for another weekend or holiday.

I am tall and intelligent.

I read and I wonder.
Who are you and what are you about?
Youíre my son, but I feel thereís so much Iím missing.

Did you write all this yourself?
Or did someone give you the answers.

Whether or not you wrote this for me doesnít matter.
Maybe it was a school project.
But itís mine now.

I ask myself if you know who I am.
Of course the answer is, ďNo.Ē

For whatever reason, children donít know their parents.
Until they grow older.
Or have children of their own.
Or when itís too late.

I donít want to be a stranger to my own son.

So, for what itís worth,
Here are my own thoughts and feelings and wonders.

I am not-so-tall and intelligent.
I wonder what my future will turn into.
I hear sounds I fondly remember when I daydream.
I see things I wish I could do.
I want to have more good friends.

I am not-so-tall and intelligent.
I pretend through the eyes and actions of my children.
I feel happy when Iíve done a good job.
I touch the clouds in my mind.
I worry about the well-being of my children and what the future holds for them.
I cry when I miss my grandma.

I am not-so-tall and intelligent.
I understand there is very little I can do about the ozone layer.
I say life is fair too seldom.
I dream of a promising future.
I try to do good things for people, but know
I canít please everyone.
I hope for another peaceful weekend or holiday.

I am not-so-tall and intelligent.

Just a piece of paper.
And I may have thrown it away,
But the print seemed to have purpose.
Seemed to mean something to someone.
So I saved it.

And Iím so glad I did.

Are these really your thoughts?
Your feelings?
Do you really dream and wonder about the future?

And when did you learn about the ozone layer?

Iíve missed so much.
I donít want to miss anymore.

We could both use another friend.

October 27, 1997

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