For Zac, My Younger Son and Youngest Child My memory of you when a boy I did teach,
of a human being I pray I helped you become.
Let your life reflect the divine spark in each
when the banality of others does us benumb.
Teary-eyed sighs on cloudy days recall,
a boy's freckled face crestfallen became ...
for plucking orange lilies off sun craning stems,
whose countenance shone neither remorse nor shame.
A lesson he'll recall from that day hence …
may many more days be his to see,
Respect all life from great to small, guard this lesson's value pristine,
Tend your garden until like a school it becomes
so tomorrow's children will have lilies seen.
Alan,
You know they didn't really teach this lesson when I was growing up. We use to peel birch trees, pick more berries than we could eat, and break the branches off the trees with a boomerang. I won't tell you the things my older brother did. lol. I like how they are teaching respect for life to kids earlier and earlier. This poem also captures a feeling of innocence. Great write:)
Sheila
When two men hit the reset button and decide to go out looking for the good in the world, they not only find it but also a lot more.
P.S. The title is listed on Amazon under Look for Something Good by Robert Drews (not by Robert H. Drews)
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You know they didn't really teach this lesson when I was growing up. We use to peel birch trees, pick more berries than we could eat, and break the branches off the trees with a boomerang. I won't tell you the things my older brother did. lol. I like how they are teaching respect for life to kids earlier and earlier. This poem also captures a feeling of innocence. Great write:)
Sheila
That was lovely!!
Always,
Micki