Yellow Headed Son

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Good night to you my yellow headed son
The scion of those long exploded stars.
Who knows how many species would evolve
Before the universe could make you ours.

I taught you how to tie your shoes and catch,
Both how to fish and how to ride a bike.
I taught you what it means to be a man,
Integrity and duty and the like.

So then you joined the Army in good time
And went away from us to fight the war.
And now I see these soldiers dressed in green
Who standing there are knocking on my door.

You taught me how to live but then again
You taught me how to feel exquisite pain.

 


© Glenn Meisenheimer, 2015

And we are human
A Ship of Dreams

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