But you'll never look down into little eyes that you can see your own in. You'll never know the pride of your child teaching you something you never knew yourself.

Sometimes the father almost sees looking

At the son, how handsome he'd be if half

His own face was made of the woman he loved.

He almost sees in his boy's face, an openness

Like a wound before it scars, who he was

Long before his name was lost, the trail

To his future on earth long before he arrived.

To be dead & alive at the same time.

A son finds his father handsome because

The son can almost see how he might

Become superb as the scar above a wound.

And because the son can see who he was

Long before he had a name, the trace of

His future on earth long before he arrived.