Secret Letter To Klaus: A Poem Time Capsule For My Son, In November 2011

Klaus and wooly bear caterpillar
Klaus and wooly bear caterpillar | Source

Secret Letter To My Son

Beware the overcast short day my boy

In this world, when there's little light, it can be the most cursory of black holes

Except you my little one year old friend, somehow

You are an infinitely glowing zenith, you are

All the suns whirling around the center of the Milky Way


I hope you don't make the mistakes I made, though

You may

I wish for you better decisions than those I've made, though

You may not


You don't need to be President, a Doctor, Lawyer, Dentist or

Any sort of societal success, though

You must always stand up for poor people and

Stand up to the bullies of this world, sincerely

Be a couch surfer, I wish for you the heart of my hobo friend

Be strong, achieve good medicine, achieve good spirit

Embrace and reflect failings, forgive

With all your being, but don't let them berate you with their lies

Over and over and over again, stand against those kinds


Today we watched your little bear claws grab the kitchen table

Then you tumbled, you

Fell, then cried and cried

Your mother, your sister and me, we wish

We could stop it, confounded gravity, and confounded hate, and the mean

Countenance of cheap wealth

You sprang up each time though, from

Your fall, you shook the anger off, the tears flew

Away from us all, and your resilience inspires your kin, son

You give us will and a hidden spring of hope


Be very kind, be gentle to women, be honest with your work, grow

Those muscles my boy, grow that Basal Ganglia grow

That Occipital Lobe but by God, retain your essence man, shelter

Those friends and family as you can


We have sequestered a few items in your heart, unbeknownst

To you Klausy

A few kisses from your ma and I, while

You whistled quietly breathing our air while you dreamt of wild grapes, an everlasting

Hug from Isabella India too

I put my loud, bellowing voice in there, but don't take it out unless

You really have to, be pleasant, be extroverted, be polite

We, us three, put a strange diamond in there, not the type

You might put on a beauties finger one day no

The industry kind, the poetic kind of diamond that can cut

Deep through sandstone strata of adversities purveyors, cut deep

Through false leaders decorated hubris, use it again only

If you must


Be kind my son, be strong, don't believe the wealthy wicked, find

Believe in the rich at heart, the platinum altruism that is no material but is

A gentle hand, that shades those burned by this worlds heat




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Tammy Lochmann 5 years ago

Hey Ben! I love this. Happy Holidays to you and your beautiful family! Sorry I haven't commented in a while but I have been rating and reading.


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Ben Zoltak 5 years ago from Lake Mills, Jefferson County, Wisconsin USA Author

Thank you Tammy, and Happy Holidays to you and yours.

I appreciate you following my work it means the world to me.

Ben


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Peggy W 5 years ago from Houston, Texas

What a darling son you have there Ben. Judging from the thoughtfulness you put into this poem, Klaus will have a smart guiding parent at his side to point him in the right directions he will be taking as he grows and matures. Up and beautiful rating!


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cynamans 5 years ago from Washington DC

Great Poem. I loved how you expressed your love for your beautiful son,well written Ben. Vote up and awesome.


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Ben Zoltak 5 years ago from Lake Mills, Jefferson County, Wisconsin USA Author

Aw thanks Peggy, and you honor me with your compliments. My boy's got a heck of a countenance of his own eh?

Ben


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Ben Zoltak 4 years ago from Lake Mills, Jefferson County, Wisconsin USA Author

Thank you cynamans, he's a great little guy, though he does like to throw his glass of water, milk or juice all over his clothes and our rugs from time to time haha. Well the boy has to explore.

Ben


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bearclawmedia 4 years ago from Mining Planet Earth

This is so good, mate! Your game is coming on in a big way.What clarity!


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Ben Zoltak 4 years ago from Lake Mills, Jefferson County, Wisconsin USA Author

Thank you bearclaw, your observation really made my week. It's always good to know you read my words.

Ben


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bearclawmedia 4 years ago from Mining Planet Earth

The poetic kin d of diamond is what got me. You are right about this but I never considered the metaphor before now.Be good mate Dave


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Ben Zoltak 4 years ago from Lake Mills, Jefferson County, Wisconsin USA Author

Thanks Dave, I always turn around if I feel like I'm not on the right path, to be good, to find a better way to go.


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JBeadle 4 years ago from Midwest

A nice tribute to your son and great advice for him to follow. Cute kid too.


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Ben Zoltak 4 years ago from Lake Mills, Jefferson County, Wisconsin USA Author

Thanks JBeadle for the acknowledgement. I don't want to be preachy to the little boy, but I do want him to know where I'm coming from...

Ben

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