A progeny's cry

That simple voice,
A person to rejoice,
For each step I take,
Even if it is a mistake.

The hope that the tiny boy,
who was your bundle of joy,
Has become your vision,
without any revision.

The rude shock,
when this progeny failed to dock,
in the haven of your choice,
will sure mute your voice.

It is not a lack of love,
nor an eruption of arrogance,
But is the personal dove,
Driven by my ambition.

Completely in your debt,
Born out of the strength,
rubbed of onto me by your breath,
And not just my sweat.

With the security of being your pride,
I mold my own ride,
Keeping you in my heart's abode,
With everything you bestowed.