Poem to a Sad Son

To my boys:

You step delicately

into the wild world

and your real prize will be

the frantic search.

Want everything. If you break,

break going out – not in.

How you live your life I don’t care

but I’ll sell my arms for you,

hold your secrets for ever.

–  the Michael Ondaatje poem ‘To a Sad Daughter’