From my mother

Jonathan, my son 
So deliberate in all his ways.
Set apart, set above 
As he chooses.                 

When he laughs, 
It gently rocks the foundation. 
A quickening, 
Without warning,                                     
Therefore, no defense.     
A catalyst.

Makes his face like flint 
The strong one that I bore–
With no regrets.                                                                     
                                                                                      
(r.g.1999)