Originally published on Inspire a Fire June 20, 2018
Where did you go, Son?
Bursting into a room
Slinging doors wide open
Could it end so soon?
Where is that voice?
So excited to share
Loudly and proudly,
So completely aware.
Where are your toys?
Strewn about in a path.
Up and down steps.
In and out of the bath.
Where is your spirit?
Defiant and daring.
Fearless and frustrating.
Compassionate, caring.
Where is my son?
My heart and my soul.
My opposite, my warrior.
The day I lost all control.
I see you now standing
At the door to his room.
Breathing in moments
That end way too soon.
Your voice is now firm.
Deep, authentic and rare.
Protective, decisive.
So completely aware.
Your toys are now tools
Building railings and wagons.
Your world, now a fortress,
fighting dungeons and dragons.
I hear you whispering,
Leaving the door ajar.
Making your escape,
But never going too far.
My son cradles his boy,
his soul and his heart.
Adventurers and warriors,
So prepared for the part.