Birthday Ruminations in the frequencies of 2024 – for you my son

Words to son…

Let it be spoken
and indexed
as the sands
of time
are divine
gifting the watcher
with lessons to
guide paths
on winding trails –
a seed planted
in me –
by way of you
and a Queen Unit –
segues to
a sunny day
in May
many moons ago
and an ethereal call
to do something heroic
in the frequency
of Dad…
had to figure
it out –
harbored doubts
but got up
told implicitly
that it wasn’t
about me no more,
selfishness had
to hit the door
knees had to bend
to floor
before I was
able to see clearly…
gratitude to you
Son Unit
on anniversary of
birth… those adventures
of teaching
the art of humanity
by way of your
sheer belief
in me…
redemptive, sacred
and inclined to
make the Earth shake.
Thank you
for the honor of
being your Pops
as the accolades
don’t stop while
I reflect your light
indubitably.