Dreams of a Father

I see in you remnants of my soul
Scattered all over your face
And in your words I hear my voice
The voice of youth struggling to be heard
You don’t know who you are yet
Stumbling along the way trying to find
That elusive balance between youth and responsibility
My instinct is to always help and be your father
Time to step back and hope the lessons taught
Somehow have taken root and from its earth
A beautiful flower will bloom to spread joy.

Dean Jean-Pierre
10:21pm
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