Son
Parked on my palm
Is your gift
In this hand
Is a wondrous car
A light to the future
To steer this mobile
No license is necessary
And only by yourself
Can you travel in it
My beloved son
Its nib rolls and paints
One way only
Leaving indelible marks
On sheets of paper
Through varsity
It has delivered me
Love-letters to your mom
It had proudly written
Rhythms and rhymes
I’ve scribed using it
Lovely son
This precious gift
Will lift your prospects
So use it diligently
Son here’s your pen