My Sons

Two threads pulled not so gently
From both ends of my patriarchal weave

First--tentative, then cautious, and now rushing;
Has taught me more than I had hoped;
Has taught me more than I had wanted.

Second--there’s something there that I don’t know,
And yet we are certainly and uniquely bound.
We are even another chance for something.

I will be spent;
Reweaved;
Recognizable by you
And in you.