DEAR SON

Dear son,
It’s inanely ridiculous
That each time I set eyes on your nakedness
The first part of you that catches my eyes
Is that roll of flesh between your legs
Now, small, limp and harmless
Just like every other part of you
And as I know it now, your best play-thing

Each time it makes me laugh
Seeing you hold so dearly to it
Like the pendant of a priced ornament
And as though already, you know its significance to you

But my laugh never moves beyond my throat
For also at that same moment
Does its dread to me, and several of my kind
Slowly occurs to me

Though I could sound paranormal
But speaking with a sincere heart
And from the image in my clear mind
At this tender age of yours
I can already envisage quite clearly
How you would grow up to be
If this same you I know now
Follows you up there

You’ll have captivating looks
Be very intelligent
Be extremely strong-willed
And reasonably wealthy (I’ll make you that)

At your good looks, cheap women would roll at your feet
At your intelligence, they’ll flock around you
For your attention, they’ll clasp themselves on you
And for your wealth, they’ll die with you

Despite them,
I do not want you wielding your strength shamelessly
Like an unbridled mule
Like a rampaging dog
Like I never brought you up well

It’s your life, you might claim then,
But you know this now,
That yours, truly, it might be
But like the stump of a fruity tree
It would be the hold of many others
With it, you would make that of many
But with a careless wield
That of many more would be ruined

Soon, my strength-filled hands and mouth
With the unbinding turn of tide and time
Would loose their will to hold you
But one thing I beg of you
In your quest for the proof of your manliness
Never you ever
Even by a lewd slide

Be responsible for the fall of a life.