Look at you, cradled
In my open hands, your hands
Raised to your cheeks;
Cheeks fiery red, alive.
Your fingers stretch the length
Of your face, fingers
That will no doubt seize
Double portions in this life.
Your hair is black, and fierce.
Your eyes are much the same,
They pierce through me, and I feel
Already their intensity.
Your legs are full of power, with explosive
Strength that I know
will carry you far.
And may they always carry you,
Your legs so strong,
Along the road less traveled.
May your eyes, so fierce, never lose
Their intensity, your cherry cheeks,
Their desire for this life.
May your long fingers forever grasp
Onto the ones you most love,
Holding them close, keeping them safe.
But most of all,
May you always know what in this moment
I feel so strong;
May you always know that you
Are called my son.
