Poem by JARDAY

I'll take it from here dad

There is perhaps
no greater thing to have writ
than this: a son
whose beginning was mine
but whose body and ending,
whose purpose and conclusion
is all his own.

That I, the poet,
may enjoy the poem,
having not been plagued with writing it;
That I, the poet,
may find it complete,
having not ruined it with my own name;
That I, the father,
May finally call myself a poet--
not for having written a poem
but for having seen
word for word, line for line,
with perfect purpose and clarity:
the greatest of poems
write itself.

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