This poem sounds to me as though you are writing about a daffodil and it's coexsistence with the growth of your son. A flower has simular growth
and can bloom as a child blooms. I really like that about this poem. This is one of my favorites.

Be more sincere. Man, you need to be more honest.
What "past regrets". What "dwelling in hatred and pain". Take a big shit, then tell us how it felt.

In many great poems I have read I have noticed one word, or words that are elaborated on within the poem I am reading. The word is either in the middle, at the end, or in your case, to me, at the begining. All the elements of a cagier lightning that strikes with care are all described in different forms throughout this poem and I like this. First you have something unusual that happens, a cagier lightning which strikes with care, then the images to accompany the subject which are very swift, sly, elusive, tricky, etc... Very good stuff. This poem is well crafted. It kind of gives me the feeling I am reading a script in a way. The words "Pause-" "Turns-" seem like stage directions.

This gives me an image of a person still trying to grasp the concept of caring for another person, but still arrogant as fuck.
There are still many people like that out wondering
how things went wrong, and why.
Good sense of how the modern man is still confused about real principals.