FOR MY SON

I won't leave you a boxful of diamonds
Albeit I might dare to give you the world
For I have spent my days watching the ants
Throwing from shoulder to shoulder food cans
Perhaps I've also squandered my nights
Observing the monkeys dilly dallying on avocadoes
Running up and down with paper kites


I'm scared you won't find me here
For in search of peace I have set sail
Into the Atlantic where there is no fear of hail
Waves after waves of slimy silt blasting my face
Horizon cascaded in blue black shades

But son what can I tell you of peace
When you were probably conceived with a cacophony of questions?
I still think of you as possible
Even though I find the cloak ''dad'' too heavy to down most days
You deserve someone who wears the Monica like banner
But I promise you in like manner
I will give you a life
One helluva life without strife
And one helluva morning worth waking for

Lalasticlala , mynd44.. can we have a poem on first page for a change