Why do I find it hard
to accept his weakness,
surely as his father
I should show him forgiveness.
Is it because when
I look at him, I see myself
and I punish him for not
being someone else.
A person who doesn’t care
what others say,
who is strong willed enough
to go his own way.
My heart is bursting
with the love I have for him
but my mind is worried
whether he will sink or swim.
All I want for him is
a happy and healthy life,
not to feel like his soul
has been cut in two with a knife.
