not your father's son

Upon the soaked sheets he lay hours pass the blood continues to flow strange this time they'd never seen one as stubborn white as the pillow case lips purple eyes fading they lift the child from his bed this is beyond us simple procedure snip snip tonsils gone swallowing his own blood days after he is nearly unconscious and goes ashen almost lifeless another day may have cost them dearly stone rips the lining on his insides days pass the blood flows unseen tests are negative yet he bleeds relentless Mother holds her son close herlast breath is near she whispers to him her final words "you are not your Father's son but you are mine" under playground lights in the late hours of a Summer's evening they marvelled at this 62 year-old guy that made quick work of those half his age in a game of hoops he did seem ageless other than a few gray hairs and a bad right knee that night he sat on his porch and talked to his son about the Grandmother he would never know those words would come back to him from time to time "You are not your Father's son" As he was turning to go inside and put his boy to bed he caught a light coming very quickly from the Northwestern sky stopping almost directly above them it froze there for a moment red, blue, white then an almost blinding flash and it was gone "Wow, what was that Daddy?" "I don't know son, I just don't know" but soon he would