How would I like my kid to be?
Perhaps, he will never be like me.
But still I like him to be
As brave as a man who can
Stand up for what he believes
And defend his beliefs as a man.
As calm and composed as a lake.
Never have his emotions out of place
Without a need to hide his face.
As passionate as the fire
Of a thousand burning cinders
For his conviction will never dwindle.
As ardent-eyed as an arrow
That has a sure direction where to go
And will never miss the mark, lo!
But most of all, I want him to be
A person who simply see
What others fail to see.
For what the world regards as important,
There are things that doesn't shine
But matters more than
What you can touch or see,
What your ears can hear.
It's what's inside. That is him.
And perhaps, that's how I would like him to be.
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 7:24 AM UTC
How would I like my kid to be?
Perhaps, he will never be like me.
But still I like him to be
As brave as a man who can
Stand up for what he believes
And defend his beliefs as a man.
As calm and composed as a lake.
Never have his emotions out of place
Without a need to hide his face.
As passionate as the fire
Of a thousand burning cinders
For his conviction will never dwindle.
As ardent-eyed as an arrow
That has a sure direction where to go
And will never miss the mark, lo!
But most of all, I want him to be
A person who simply see
What others fail to see.
For what the world regards as important,
There are things that doesn't shine
But matters more than
What you can touch or see,
What your ears can hear.
It's what's inside. That is him.
And perhaps, that's how I would like him to be.
The very first poetry I wrote for my son.
