Your children see you as no others
In the end, what stories will they tell?
What mattered most, fathers, mothers:
You gave them life and lived yours well.
Dusky Ways
Soft umbras tumble from heaven
Seven times a week
Enlightened lip lines lengthen skyward,
Hiding what they seek
Sunlight shadows, moonglow magic,
Your love paints my days
Petals unfold, strength gently grows
In secret dusky ways
Night-Sprite
My lips mouth her name
Breathless I await her words
So tender, so right—
Why balk, my heart? Blame
Fearing her feelings fading,
Then look for her light,
Pray she feels the same:
I love you eternally,
My darling night-sprite.
