My Son

In life's quiet corners, a philosopher's bloom,
My son, a soul both bright and consumed.
Intelligence and kindness, a tapestry spun,
Forged in suffering, a razor wit begun.

Sensitive spirit, keen to the core,
Dancing 'twixt joy and existential lore.
Open and honest, a heart so free,
Generosity flowing like a boundless sea.

Ancient Greeks' echoes in his piercing gaze,
Beauty and horror, a daring daze.
Buddhist-like, judgments find no place,
He embraces all with gentle grace.

Proud am I, of this son so dear,
Whose essence holds both joy and fear.
In his contemplations, wisdom takes flight,
A modern-day sage, seeking truth's light.