“O My Teenage Son”

O my teenage son, hair obscuring
the sweetest of faces;
Read to me while I heal.
O my teenage son, wearing tattered
jeans and woven bracelets,
Let me hear your inspired voice.
O my teenage son, sitting
on the edge of my bed,
Taking time to bless your mom.
O my young philosopher,
with dreams clouding your sight;
Share with me your thoughts.
O my son with eyes like the sea,
I ache for your burgeoning soul.
O skinny, barefoot, earnest
child, I cherish your hopes as my own.
O bursting heart, in your glory days,
Rest in my steady love for you.

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