a talk with the son

I call my son to discuss
things, our current
state of affairs, both
his and mine.
he's older now, he gets it,
he understands.
he works hard and has a life
of his own,
out from the shadows
of his mother and father,
his childhood friends.
he's compassionate
and thoughtful.
he's at that age where we
can talk,
not just son to father,
but also
man to man.
he gives me sound advice,
he echoes words
I've shared with him
through his troubled times,
his long dark
nights.
he's a gem.
he's a wonder. he's
everything I wanted him
to become.
he is unique,
wise and caring.
he's like no other.
he's my son.