My first born started high school this year. Ever since his first day, I have been on pins and needles... anxious.... worried. I'm not really sure why. He is wonderful, and I'm not just saying that cause he's my son. He is smart(he has a 4.0 GPA), athletic (football, basketball, track) and he has a kind heart. But there is just something about high school that scares me.
Soar
for my son, Elijah
Copyright 2010
Since the day you were born
weighing in at 9 pounds 2 ounces
i wanted to take you in my arms
shield you from
stupidity
senselessness
suffering
shame
sloppiness
slackers
sin
spitefulness
sex before marriage
Shaneka, Shaquan, Sha nay nay ....soul sistas
Selena, Selita, Sarafina ...Spanish senoritas
Sally, Sue, Soon-Lee ...white and Asian chicks
cause gold diggers and wanna be baby mommas come in all
shapes, sizes and shades
despite my desire
i can’t hold on to you forever
gotta let you step out of the nest
take your first step
spread your wings and fly
because while others spend time dreaming
you are destined to rise
as i let go
i place you
in the protective arms of
the ONE
the ONE
who will
never leave you nor forsake you
the ONE
who will
celebrate your victories
calm your fears
carry you in your defeat
cry your tears
the ONE
who gives
joy that is unspeakable
peace that transcends all understanding
loves you unconditionally
I give you back
to the ONE
who blessed me
with the honor
to birth you
into this world
Soar baby boy....
GOD’s got your back
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