A/N: A couple of years ago I found a poem that was just beautiful to me. It was writtenfrom Steve's perspective. The name was called Smiling Eyes and the author was simply named Sonja. I shared the poem with a friend and she mentioned she wished that one had been written from Mark's perspective. So I sat down one evening and tried my hand. This is the results. I've never written poetry and after you read this you may advise me not to ever do it again. LOL. Anyway I just thought I would share.
My Son
I watch him as he tries to slip past me
It's like a game we play with each other
He tries and yet knows deep down I will see
He smiles and tries to show a different side
I'm not fooled, I see the pain and the horror
Because I love him I won't let him hide
He talks about my smiling eyes
How I seem to see right through him
But it's 'his' eyes that give away his lies
Often he complains of being an open book
But it's because I am his father
That I take that second look
He's a man of loyalty and strength
Towards his family he shows great love
And to protect them he'll go to any length
As a man he thinks my job should be done
But I am still his father
And he will always be my son.