A Son

It yelled. It screamed. It demanded.
Soon, small things it disbanded.
It was love, with a smile and good cheer.
Or it was sorrow, lost pride, then a tear.
As each day we walked the thin line,
balancing our lives with time.
In my zealousness I rushed it.
Dear Lord, please don’t let me crush it!
Then one day he extended his hand,
and before me stood the boy- now man.