I look at his smile like yours,
The brown eyes and kinky hair like yours.
I look at
The way he tilts his head like yours,
developed the same style like yours,
How could you not want more?
To be able to see a piece of you,
Grow from a seed of you,
Into something unbelievable-
.
.
How can you just ignore?
The way he reaches for you,
cries in his sleep for you,
Waits by the street for you,
Tries to be seen to you,
Is fatherhood not teachable?
Do you see it too?
That the more he needs of you
The less he see’s of you
Is it so inconceivable?
That he,
wants more than things from you,
to build dreams with you,
to just sit and speak with you,
How could you not want more?
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