My Son

My son is now
Big and strong.
Not as mighty
As he may be.
But a tower over
The little Brent
Who lay by my side
As I read stories
And listened to music
And made up talks
And saw his eyes shine,
As I hugged and kissed
His fears away.
He forgets its nature.
Maybe so.
My desire is that he
Grows and grows
In every way.
My son.