My Son

I love him I seriously do

The seed of my legacy and owner of my name

A momunment to my life on earth

Whether that be in honor or in shame

Asleep there quietly in afternoon silence

After an eventful morning of chaos and joy

But as I look upon the wake of your creativity

There is little that you did not destroy

I appreciate the sound of your laughter

As you are Batman one Minute and then the Hulk

I smile sheepishly with love at your sleeping face

But as I survey your handy work I sulk.

I swallow the asprin in my hand with water

With a quiet chuckle as I enjoy a little break

I am hoping your nap will last awhile

Long enough to rid me of this head ache.