I no longer have a baby, but
A little boy is calling me Dad,
Of course, deep down I was glad,
But I did stop and while deep in thought,
I pictured poverty and war,
Diseases, injustice, intolerance and more,
I remembered my childhood,
And the cruelty of the world,
How scary and unfair it is,
Unlike the fairy-tales we are told.
I noticed other dads with cars and suits,
Ability and tenure and salary and shiny shoes,
Wives and gardens and holidays abroad,
Savings accounts and most of them are tall,
And I looked to the Dad of my son calling me,
And I see a deep and loving personality,
Although not able to take part en mass,
With things that others say everyone can,
The things I have are understanding and time,
A peaceful home and a beautiful mind,
Two arms that hold and hug so tight,
So I say to you son, it's going to be all right,
I know it seems hard and difficult out there,
And believe me I know what it's like to be scared,
But even if you shake in your skin like I do,
Go out and be the best version of you.
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