Saturday, December 7, 2013

O Son

O son
As I listen to you sleep
Your breath comes twice as fast as mine
Because you’re running to catch up
Even though you can’t walk

O son
Whenever you leave this room
You die, my heart is killed
Whenever you come back
I spring to life

O son
You grab for my hard food
Even though you still feed
From your mother’s breast
Or rice gruel from her hand

O son
As your eyes and ears sharpen
Mine dim and deafen
As your back broadens
Mine becomes bent

O son
Be not in a hurry
To grow up
For as you rise
So shall I fall

O son
We are planets
Moving in opposite orbits
Temporarily in synch
For a forever moment vanishing instantly

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