This morning’s sun is one you’ll never see
For it is something you will never know
As there is no you, there is only me
All I can do is wonder how you’d go
My flesh and blood, my progeny, my child
To the world, would you’ve had something to show?
Would you be quiet, well-behaved or wild?
Polite and boring or a rebel, crass?
Would you make friends easy or be reviled?
What could have been the skills that you’d amass?
Would you get good marks or repeat a grade?
Would you join the art class or the sports class?
Would you bond with your cousins, loved and played?
Would you live a life boring or intense?
Would you make the same mistakes that I made?
Would you get along with your grandparents?
Would you admire them or think them absurd?
Would your potential be small or immense?
How would you speak? What would be your first word?
Would you have had my eyes? My thought patterns?
Would you’ve forged your own path or joined my herd?
Would you have looked to me like a lantern?
Would I’ve lived up to the title of ‘Dad’?
Would I know what to do when strife happens?
Would I have made you happy, proud or sad?
Would your mistakes be worthy to forgive?
Would you see me when I’m struggling so bad?
Would our bond be loving or combative?
But the life you’d lived is speculation
For the gift of life isn’t mine to give
6th August 2026