For Zac, My Younger Son and Youngest Child
“May He Become … ”
A father’s son he prays be (come)
a person …
if, when and where there may be none.
I see him then, but now he is,
No longer a boy …
but in process, a man ...
may he become.
Orange lilies along the way
I scolded him, once long ago ...
his freckled face crestfallen.
Boyishly had plucked the flowers from their stems.
We laugh now at that memory, but its lesson
he retains …
respect life, son, its beauty.
Now at twenty, his becoming is but another beginning.
Return now and again to the ‘abc(s)’
A good man lives with and accepts responsibility.
Befriend them who have few if any.
Respect a woman for she is another man’s daughter, as your sister is mine.
Learn from every teacher, especially those you may dislike.