Son

My Pop called me “Son”
after a week in the bush
Quad biking and hunting
But quickly corrected himself

“Women drivers!” he exclaims
as he swerves and speeds through traffic

The youngest grandchild
The only male grandchild
receives two family heirlooms:
A wallet and a pocketknife

Both owned by now dead
Loved ones

I expect the family rifle
I wonder where I will put it,
Satisfied by the thought of owning
Something with so much history

Instead I receive a necklace
I smile through disappointment