My Dear Son

My darling son…as I watch you sleep quietly in my arms…
I wonder my dear…where do I begin..to tell you the tale
of this thing called life…

A bittersweet tale…of love, pain, joy and suffering…
all rolled into one tapestry of life…

where do i begin…to tell you of loves found and lost…
and the unquenchable desire to know…
the meaning of life?

how do I tell you in words…
the feeling of being lost…
in a world that sometimes seems to go…
against the very grain of your being…

yet seemed satiated when glimpses of joy is sewn in between…
like little beads that glitter in the dark…

giving us hope …that life has a journey after all

my little son…as you worry about the speed of your matchbox cars
and ponder upon the trees that are being killed…
in the name of progress…

where do I begin to tell you the tale of evolution…
where destruction and creation…
is the infinite cycle of our very being…

when you wake in the morning…
with your tiny little heart…beating hard and fast…
looking forward to the next bite of chocolates…

How will I describe to you…
that life sometimes takes twists and turns
…we have no control of?

and my dear child as you snuggle close to my heart…
and lay contented in the warmth of my embrace…

how do I begin to tell you…
of the fragility of life…
and the fleetingness of everything that seems certain today…

My son…
As I feel your heartbeat next to mine…
and the warmth of your breath…

I know not… how I begin to tell you this tale
for it is only you… who can write the pages of your life…
and chart out a meaningful path…

but my only wish…I whisper tonight…
may you seek relentlessly to find your true self…
and give all life and love to him…