Son of a Scoundrel

Little Landon Lee was born today
six weeks early and upside down,
but strong and healthy nonetheless.

He was born 23 hours shy of 9/18/09
to a daddy with a scoundrel’s eye
and a mom fighting to make herself a life.

At half and four pounds soak and wet
sixteen inches long he’d stretch
and not quite reach Cloud City, not just yet.

And today I pray he never knows
the betrayal of his father’s foes
or the darkness that seems to come and part again.

Instead my trust runs deep with force
and speed of falcon’s past retorts
and hopes he grows to charm and chance.

But if revenge is found on tongue
diplomacy I pray will run till
grasp of steel warms cold in fist.