the deep end – February 6

2.6.2015

I was born into

a world where

fathers threw

their sons into

the deep end

to teach them

how to swim.

 

it is a terrible cruel

world and I can’t

always be there.

you need to learn

to survive

by yourself.

 

perhaps a love

born of war and

poverty and close

death, perhaps

simple meanness

bitterness passed

along.

 

your smile came into

my life and taught

generosity, grace,

giving. words of

the divine that I had

heard

but not known.

 

true light

in the darkness.

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