Uraeus

At first glance my son looks like his father
The beautiful deep chocolate skin
His walk
Way he holds his body tight

But later you see I am in there
His eyes dark and almond
His long piano fingers and nailbeds
That curious look on his face
Even when there is no question
He is surely my son
Our son
His son
Whose is he anyway

He is God's son
He belongs to himself
He belongs to the sun
This is his life to mold like clay
Like sand
Like water

What a blessing it has been watching him grow
Into this man before me now

Where will he take that body that grew inside of me
What will he think of the world we are leaving him

I wonder
I wonder