In the end all saw his wisdom so they say Of renunciation acceptance of fate Will I have wisdom someone can see someday? I reach for it hoping it is not too late I may never get it but at least I tried And I hope they see I lived before I died
My son my Golden Bear at Cal makes me proud As does my other son still in high school now The sort of pride which is quiet never loud Yet which warms me from the inside out somehow I may never be wise but at least I tried And I hope they see I lived before I died
As for my daughter she is ashamed of me Although I am just as proud of her as those Who are proud of me and unashamed to be The children of a father they never chose She may never understand me but I tried And she knows I chose to live before I died
I have two daughters and a son and right now, it's my son who is rather "distant." I know that of which you write, Stevie; I can completely relate. Be well, my friend. Love and best wishes to you,
i enjoyed this honest write and believe that the essential thing is indeed to live before we die-i also enjoyed your bio page and appreciate your review of my poem, "memorable prose?"
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
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