William E. Wilson Father
If
you had lived to today, a half century after you died
you
would be ninety and nine and laughing as we’ll
share
concerns about how your children grow up still
while
granddaughters and grandsons and greats stride
on
journeys to live into your giving approval and love.
Oh
if you had only lived to know them, see those swans
who
once been clumsy ducklings, now redeems wrongs
as
you tell them tales of family generations take hold of
passing
on unique wisdom of what makes us who we are
rising
from our failures and disappointments, off brushing
the
shame of falling short but without need to be blushing,
for
we did our best as we held on to in memory a fixed star
of
your sacrifices made, even when far from being inerrant,
you
were and are still in me living as way of being a parent.
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