He Is Me ~ An Attempt at Poetry

As I sit and watch him sleep,

I realize then, He is Me.

The way he sleeps.

The way he doesn't sleep.

The tossing and turning.

The snoring and churning.

He is Me.

 

I see the same light in him

that I feel in me.

I recognize his smile

When I look in the mirror.

That smile.

His laugh.

He is me.

 

His short, strong legs.

His barrel chest.

His upturned nose

His hair, neither blond nor brown.

Again, that Smile.

His contagious smile.

He is Me.

 

He is Me?

Will that always be?

I want him to have a love of life

And of family and friends.

I want him to be happy

and positive and free.

Just like me.

 

He is Me?

I want him to be smarter.

And braver.

To live life with no regrets.

And to pursue his dreams

With no restraint.

As I should have.

 

But for now I love him.

For all he is and all he will be.

And in spite of the fact that

He is Me.

 

~ Q (aka, Dad)