Father-Son Poem: The Shaving School

The Shaving School

(From the manuscript Sentiments of a
Poet
)

By Salvador G. Valdez

All lathered up in a Santa Clause foam beard

in the reflection of the mirror my little one appeared.

He came equipped with a toy shaving kit.

He said, ” Daddy let’s get rid of this fuzz and chat while we’re at
it.”

I was just amazed at my son’s initiative to converse.

I suppose he is ready to accept advice maybe he is not so adverse.

I thought to myself this is definitely quality time.

I’ll dispense all my philosophy to a willing ear and it won’t cost me a
dime.

Son, life is like a shave with a razor blade.

Some times we catch all the whisker on the up stroke.

Some times we miss them and cut ourselves on the down stroke.

The point is, your face will reflect if in the morning mistakes you’ve
made.

“Daddy, I have no whiskers I have no blade.

Why are you telling me this stuff about life and shaving.”

I don’t want you to make the same mistakes I’ve made.

I don’t want you to hurt yourself by unnecessary risk taking.

If you learn to be careful with a toy razor without a blade,

what a smooth face and life you’ll have by the choices you’d made.

Plenty of practice you’ll get before your whiskers get tough and hard.

Smooth and smart you’ll be because you earned your Shaving School Card.

(From the manuscript Sentiments of a Poet)
Copyright © 1999 Salvador G. Valdez
Salvador G. Valdez
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