Padre

eyes quiet and skeptical and yet somehow content
your mid life crisis is the calmest one yet
honorable you are, in your ruthless intellect
numbers and figures spanning east to west
dark iris darting, content in silence
i remember days when you used to smile less
but as your beard gets whiter, those eyes get lighter
they soften with time
and my respect is sublime
for your pristine etches, your truthful pledges
marks on the page that seldom need correction
the art of left brain thats been refined to perfection
i see math in your aura
it makes my heart sore i can't tell you more
of who i am
and can barely comprehend who you are
but at heart our differences are small

your endless generosity and purity
behind the scornful brow there is clarity
a simple man with a complex mind
to freedom blind but still ripening with time
a humble soul, logically divine
the one half of what made me, who doesnt penetrate my mind
with frustration
see,... we disagree
but all it takes is steeped black chai tea
and sewed again are tattered seams