This poem describes the growth and development of a child from just a pound in their mother's womb to a towering adult who surpasses their father in many ways. Over the course of multiple stanzas, each beginning with "It seemed you were just a pound...", the child is depicted as first bones, then matching their father in a race and holding his hand. They grow to blow air from his lungs in triumph, intimidate him with their achievements, confront him eye to eye, sign countless business deals, climb mountains, and romance their soulmate. By the end, the adult child has made their father feel rich through their accomplishments and infinite lives granted, as they keep calling him father.

1. KEPT CALLING ME FATHER
It seemed you were just a pound of flesh; in the sacrosanct womb of your revered
mother; only fractions of seconds ago,
While today you stood more towering than the skies; with your eyes glistening more
flamboyantly than the midday Sun; as you hoisted me on your fearless shoulders.
It seemed you were just a pound of bones; in the immaculate belly of your vivacious
mother; only fractions of seconds ago,
While today you matched me step for step as I raced towards the finishing line;
entwining your fingers impregnably with mine.
It seemed you were just a pound of water; in the divine pouch of your stupendous
mother; only fractions of seconds ago,
While today you literally blew the air from my lungs; as you euphorically punched me
in waves of insurmountable triumph; on heart of my chest.
It seemed you were just a pound of hair; in the Omnipotent sac of your impeccable
mother; only fractions of seconds ago,
While today you proudly intimidated me in every aspect of life; soaring above the
crimson cocoon of clouds; even before you alight a single footstep.
It seemed you were just a pound of wails; in the divine cradle of your ingratiatingly
alluring mother; only fractions of seconds ago,
While today you confronted me eye to eye across the table with passionate fire
blazing in your eyes; drowned in astounding fantasy; that triggered thunderbolts of
lightening in clear sky.
It seemed you were just a pound of blood; in the invincibly compassionate stomach
of your mesmerizing mother; only fractions of seconds ago,
While today you signed countless Business deals every unfurling minute; blazed like
an insatiable volcano; in whatever sphere of life you wholeheartedly undertook.
It seemed you were just a pound of inconspicuous jelly; in the worshipped bowl of
your philanthropic mother; only fractions of seconds ago,
While today you left me panting for breath; as you clambered like an uncontrollable
whirlwind to the summit of the mountain; carrying me down; as I miserably felt
short of indispensable life.
It seemed you were just a pound of diminutive emotions; in the innocent
entrenchment of your twinkling mother; only fractions of seconds ago,
While today you indefatigably romanced with the soul mate of your choice;
conceiving and profoundly assimilating the beauty of this fathomless planet; in
every beat of your thundering heart.

2. And it seemed you were just a pound of brain; in the celestially blissful bag of your
immortal mother; only fractions of seconds ago,
While today you had made me feel the richest entity on earth alive; granting me an
infinite more lives to live in this single lifetime of mine; as you tirelessly kept calling
me father.