My Children
My son,
my daughter;
if ever you may be.
Let me introduce myself: I am your father
and you exist now simply as these thoughts
in my head. But you are more than that.
You will be more than that.
How much more or less we may never know.
I often wonder that if ever you may be,
who will you be? Will you be like me?
I could only hope that if not me who you be,
be at least one who can see the pain in others
and the deceit of the world and still
have hope in love, in poetry and in beauty
holding out over the constant grind of
society's reality.
I wish I knew what you would think,
that you would be true to yourselves and your
neighbors;
that would not fall to the blindness of
egotism, arrogance and the self-possession of
materialsim.
I hope that you will have the
strength to say no and the wisdom to say yes.
I dream of loving you for who you are
and be given the chance to teach you
in all that you will need to know.
I am proud now of what you can be then.
Because my son, my daughter,
if ever you may be,
you will always be
my Children.
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