An Inventor?

To Mathew at 10

My son calls me an inventor.
He thinks that I am Edison.
He tells me that I can build anything,
Fix anything,
“You are the master of circuitry,”
He tells me.

Maybe if I am lucky,
When he is old enough to see me
For who I am, I will be
The man I want to be.

I hope that in-spite of my weakness,
He will be the man I want him to be.
That he will rise above his weakness,
And make them his strengths.

For now I am a better man
Then I am,
Because he thinks I can.

14 October, 2003