GPT
"My Son" praises a boy shaped by his grandfather's garage, early grit, and machine-work, while insisting that the craft he mastered never fully contained his deeper aim.
Grandfather's garage is the source of both lineage and method, turning nuts, bolts, and machine-work into a family inheritance the son wears in his hands. The page keeps returning to bodily knowledge, with placed, planed, paced fingers and fists in the grit, so skill reads as lived discipline rather than talent. The closing claim that he was after something else keeps the tribute from settling into simple trade pride.
Claude
'My Son' opens the long tribute sequence with a portrait of inherited craft: a boy 'proud and tooled from his Grandfather's / garage,. nuts and bolts,' his trade 'honed hard up to the top,' his 'fingers on the machine and the dream' and 'his fists in the grit, / since he was six.' The remembered 'kick ball over the steel rod, / set across the limbs of the pine trees' he 'did that well,' but the refrain that he 'was after something else' keeps the praise from settling into simple skill, hinting at an aim the trade alone cannot name.