His are lightening visits
Reminiscent of a late favorite aunt
stopping by to break the journey, Except he
comes mainly to see me.
It was not always so; I recall
fierce squabbling fuss.
He gave up innocence and went to 'Nam' while I
cocooned in liberal arts, Self-absorbed in
Loss at last links us dearer,
No longer father, mother to home on.
And we age, glimpsing our
common roots still deep in rich Midwestern soil.
Though most of the continent intervenes.
Knowing he comes, I plan, avid to
Impart the richness of my eastern life.
It matter not that plans miscarry;
We revel in togetherness, revealing
triumphs of home and work, to affirm our
Shortly he flies, and what remains
is rich residue
of poignant musings.
I view afresh the heritage,
and who might we be, the far-flung two.
Reflections of high excellence, of
character, breadth of thought, recognizing
father, mother, both, this brother,
Longing to mirror the same to