He will not be defined
this child of mine, won’t
Acquiesce
to expectation, won’t
Bend
to calculation, won’t
Accede control
to another, not
even his mother
He is strong-willed, my boy just
like his mother, just
like is grandmother, just like
his great-grandparents. It’s amazing
what runs through
the double helix, through
time, through
cells and air, through
bloodlines
Amazing how a boy
in the womb knows
exactly who he is, whom
he loves, when
it’s time, not
too early, not
too late, just
exactly when.
It’s time.