Dear son, dear daughter,
life did I give to you, but
live it for you, I can’t.
Spend it, not at the mercy
of grief and self-loathe,
but in the lawn sit,
at the moon proudly gaze,
and loudly belch out,
“Live my life I will,
for my father’s pride to win.”
Dear daughter, dear son,
many things can I teach you, but
to learn, only you can.
Guidance I can give, but
to lead you through, I can’t.
My hope I thrust in your palms,
forget not the teachings and values
that in your soul I have instilled,
with unconditional love,
even when life seems hopeless and vain.
Dear son, dear daughter,
freedom I can allow you, but
to account for it, only you can.
Like stars in silence shine;
through life’s challenges quietly soldier,
the bleeding and scars notwithstanding.
Assure you I do, that a shoulder
to ease the pain, I shall provide.
Your bright future I see,
though the world be unjust and unfair.
Dear daughter, dear son,
about friends can I advise, but
to choose for you, … I can’t.
Love and affection seek,
let your rays wave through
the oceans of your admirer’s hearts.
To your bright sun a path pave;
wisely carving to dodge earthly vices,
until beams of love your heart receives,
from a smiling sky.
