I stare backwards in amaizement at a mirror
of past facets passed on perhaps for worse.
This blessing a curse of nurture versus nature
and just maybe making a difference in this
by creating a rift or a chink in pre-existing chains.
Refraining from singing the same old refrain
over again, and would otherwise be remiss
to neglect the respect given in this gift
so freely to me of unconditional liberty,
by simply removing my self from the center
and acknowledging a suitable replacement.
The one meant from inception to rule golden.
Molding the clay and breaking the bars
without taking shots at character judged,
and I, not budging in posture as I foster,
offer, although nowhere near perfect,
an ample circumspect example of love.
That which I most long to see in this life,
free from the strife of the precedent s set.
So when I look down and see me, a free me,
with a beam of confidence behind bright eyes
and a smile of comfortable self acceptance
I realize that there is hope for better days
of grace as the sun shines on my son’s face.