To My Son

This is for you my son,
By this poem, my love I express,
Before long I will be gone,
In a place forever to rest.

I cherish your little face,
Even when you cry, it’s with grace,
I can see in your blue eyes,
Where your future lies.

This morning I washed you lovingly,
And you peed in my face playfully.
To dry you, I held your tiny hand,
While you babbled to no end.

You decided to play hide and seek
While in your drawer, I had a peek,
I found you in my closets
Trying to hide all your assets.

We went to the park to play,
Where all an ass hole had to say,
To be with a boy, you must be gay
I started to cry in rage and dismay.

It’s not the gay accusation
That hurts the most, my son,
It’s to be blamed of loving
While others are free of hating.

To protect you I backed off,
He took it as a sign to be rough,
And tried to hit me with his fist,
Even as my eyes were veiled in mist.

That day I decided not to fight,
Because it seemed not right
I know at that moment I had no choice,
Although in it I could not rejoice.

As I ran home with you,
That ass hole in hot pursue,
While in my arms, you cried
And to console, I tried,

He shouted for all to hear
Sissy son, Sissy dad
That was too much to bear,
And it made me mad.

I put you down to meet my foe,
I did not have far to go,
In a blink, he was on my back,
By hatred his face ransacked.

To finish, I have to hurry
My vision is getting blurry,
As my life escapes from my wounds,
His knife, my vitals have found.

My son, this is my story,
In your heart to carry,
But to this love I must add,
This message, however sad.

One day, you will be in the fray,
And will have to decide which way,
You want your life forever to sway,
To be a sheep or to fight and stay.

For today I ask you to forgive me
Even as my eyes no longer see,
Promise me, my son, oh promise me,
That you will forever be free.

Today my son, I heard you say,
For the first time, on this day,
This word precious amongst all,
That word to remember until death falls :

'Daddy'.