It was not always so; I recall fierce squabbling fuss. He gave up innocence and
went to 'Nam' while I cocooned in liberal arts, Loss at last links us
dearer, And we age, glimpsing our mortality, re-valuing common roots still deep in rich Midwestern soil though most of the continent intervenes. Knowing he comes, I plan,
avid to maximize leach minute. We revel in togetherness,
revealing trials and triumphs of home and work, Shortly he flies, and what remains is rich residue of poignant musings. I view afresh the
heritage, Reflections of high
excellence, of depth of Longing to mirror the
same to him. |
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