grownmanwisdom

My Son

By Laura McCollough Moss

Can I tell you

to trust your heart

When you are battling doubt

and struggling with faith?

Can I ask you

to put that faith in me

When I model

a flawed foundation?

Can I help you

to learn and grow

When what I taught

may have dimmed your light?

The questions start early and

are not easily answered.

How dare I be disappointed

when I've left you

wanting-

 unprepared?

I believe you hold the answers,

 have all along

And if you search

just a little while longer

They will rise to the surface,

mend the longing in your soul and

 free your wounded spirit.

My wise and wonderful boy

then you can tell me,

Ask me,

help me,

With mine.