Son’s Sonnet


He wanted a son. 
So on one cold February night,
God gave him one. 
I came into this world crying with fright.

He said, “Don’t be scared, little guy.
I will do what I can.”
He looked me in the eye.
“To teach you the ways of a man.”

But I did not grow up big and strong.
And could not throw the ball very far.
Instead, I read books all day long.
And never learned how to fix a car.

God made me his son,
but sometimes I think he’d rather have none.

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