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MY SON
I could not have imagined
the love I would have for you
first born child in my arms.
To rock you, was to soothe my own wounds
You, who suffered while I retched my way
out of childhood's ideas and ideals, my
impatience with imperfection and
not understanding
this life's dance between chaos and serenity
shadow and light
You are the apple fallen closest to the tree.
And now, twenty-three years later
I stand eye level with you
You, who have miles to go, and much unfinished work
You, who are an absolute gift and
the Chi of my life,
my son.
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