The Cyclical Father-Son Storm

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