A Son’s Confession
I know I’m not someone you deem as bright.
I learnt to talk only when I was five,
which made you so worried. You thought I might
end up stupid or dumb and thus not strive
to live up to my name that you gave me.
All through those years, I learnt how to endure
the pain you brought to me when you compared
me to others whom you praised as so smart.
But through these years, these smart fellows fell down
when each raced far too fast to reach the end.
Despite my slow start which then made you frown,
I have managed to strive in my ascend.
And now, I must worry about my son.
Lionel L
(07 Dec 1998)
