Tonight, I fried a flounder

Fresh caught from the grey

impenetrable sea.

It was a gift from my son -

A man to whom

I have never truly connected

If I am honest -

Which generally, I am not.

He is a tall shoreline fisherman -

One of that band of careless

Authoritative strangers

I was always afraid to approach

As a child.

And so he is now

A man

Fishing on the shore.

A man who would bring a fish

To his mother's door -

So that the nervous child -

Who never took him fishing -

Who grew into his father,

Would be proud.