His icy cold stare
His fierce determined look
He’s fearless
I admire that; he drives me crazy
He’s 3-feet tall and 30 lbs
His small bark resonates, “No, I won’t!”
My bigger bark echoes, “Yes, you will!”
He’s fearless
I admire that; it drives me crazy
I engulf him in my shadow again sounding-off, “Yes, you will!”
He stands his ground
No one backs down, the power-struggle continues
He’s fearless
I admire that; it drives me crazy
My wife, his mother, joins the battle
I don’t know which side she’ll take this time
My wife quips, “He’s just like you.”
“He’s fearless.”
I admire that; it drives me crazy
I look at him
I want to fix this
I feel trapped in this cyclical father-son storm
He’s trying to become the man
I want to be the man
But not the man my father was
He’s fearless
I admire that; it drives me crazy
I don’t know what to do
How do I just love him without all the machismo
He just wants to save the world and I’m Godzilla
I won’t win this one
I walk away
I look out the window and I don’t know what I see
He follows me and jumps on me from behind
He says, “Daddy, you want to feel my muscle?”
We playfully fall to the floor, giggling and wrestling
He’s fearless
I admire that; he drives me crazy
My Son Dakota Today
