Son

Well,my son,
Life itself has been hard
it had cracks in it,
Life for me ain't been that smooth,
has you always imagined.
But here we are my son,
Fighting against all odds,
With no limitations.
So I tell you son
take the lead
and lead.

Preskila Ondiek
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 06/20/2022

Poet's note: This poem is dedicated to my son Damond, he just turned 5.
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