choir
standing on the bleachers,
getting ready to sing,
my youngest son looks out
at the gathered crowd,
searching for me
while i try to catch his
attention
to let him know i am
here.
his eyes lock onto my eyes
locking onto his eyes
and a smile brightens his
face.
he waves eagerly
as he sees me
seeing him.
was i like that as a boy?
i don’t remember.
all i know is my son
will know my eyes are on
him,
he brings me great joy,
his smile is my smile.
i will be this father:
he will walk in the
knowledge
that he blesses me.
i will bless him
with both hands.
i will bless him
with words of life.
i will bless him
with joy, and he will know
he is
my song.
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