To you, mother, I was <br />a great man <br />in his boyhood. <br /> <br />Married to someone you'd <br />realized you could not talk to, <br />in a domestic prison <br />in a city you did not know <br />with a young, dependant child, <br />how alone you must have felt! <br /> <br />Who would deliver you <br />but that same, golden son? <br />He had to be <br />someone great. <br /> <br />Seeded by your desire, <br />he believed he was, <br /> <br />and will never feel at peace <br />until the whole world <br />sees him the way you did.<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/golden-child/
