Our Sons

Our sons are the old men that they will one day become.  

As I looked into his eyes, I could not help but wonder his past and future. I was so caught up with his story and what will become of him that I could not appreciate his presence. His wounds appeared deeper than any human could possibly comprehend. Only a higher power could resurrect a life of near-death experiences and heartaches that ran through his eyes. His eyes appeared to have ponds filled with tears on the verge of overflowing. As I looked closer, I could see that one had spilled over and dried upon his skin.

Could his life had started as hard as it appeared to be at this time? Then I thought of our sons. Our sons that are trying their best to make themselves into men or at least appear as men to those of us who…