Son’s Lament

Awakening to this new day

thinking of my Mom

the many things I’d like to say

remembering She’s gone

not one poem that I write

no grand accomplishment

equal what she’s done for me

and that I do regret


R.S.H. 1/3/47-1 /8/2016

(R.I.P. Mom. You’ve more than earned it.)





Words of a Father

I could answer your many questions, still you would have no knowledge.

They are my answers and don’t belong to you.

I could tell you all the rules of honor, and you would not live honorably.

Honor can only be earned and cannot be given.

I could speak of Gods and teach you the words of my prayers, yet you would have no religion.

Those prayers are sacred only in my mouth.

I could tell you what love is, and you would not know it.

You must see it in me before you can.