Proud

Oh my son,

do you not know that when you are sad,

I am too?

For I see you hurting,

but I know that you must learn;

for that will make you stronger.

My son,

I have never left you.

From your beginning,

I was there.

With your highs,

I was there.

With your lows,

I am still here.

Can you not feel my arms around you?

Comforting you?

Consoling you?

But yet you feel alone?

You know, I cry because you are sad.

I cry because I am not there to comfort you as a father.

You have to remember that in you is me,

and I have never left you.

My son,

I love you more than myself.

You have no reason to be down, 

because you have a father that is proud.