8/15/11
It comes back to the sandwiches—a particular kind. Nourishment in an unnourished
world.
Perhaps to have it all—chocolate and everything; or perhaps not.
To deserve a parent’s love, or perhaps not.
And yet to persevere—one day, and another.
Not necessarily toward anything. Perhaps a history book. But not with permission to contribute new history.
A firm handshake.
Followed by a beverage. Welcomed to the cycle,
but not the throne. How to be a man? Need we claw our way? Is there no dignity? Perhaps. But now,
the clocks have returned; Familiar and familial.
To be counted on. How can we appreciate that
Showing up? That sacrificing? That never leaving?
Can we find it in our hearts selves to appreciate a life lived
in our midst?