Legacy
To begin each day
early and with purpose
To know the first secret of life
showing up
To imagine results
before they’re achieved
To plant and harvest
hunt and dress
To build monuments
outlasting us all
To have loved and lost
remembered both
To guide those who’ll listen
Give back where needed
To balance the certainty of faith
with the magic of wonder
To create a legacy and pass it along
Arriving a commoner, retiring a king
This is a life well lived
My Dad turned 80 this month. We have never pretended to understand each other well, but I've grown to love and respect him. He can't imagine a hobby that doesn't involve firearms or power tools, and I can't imagine a waking moment without the joy of language. Here's to genetic mutations.
A lovely tribute to your father.HA...maybe you could have this poem engraved on a hunting rifle as a present:)...and I clink a glass to genetic mutations( although I'm not entirely convinced that you don't get a thrill from using a chain saw!)
ReplyDeleteVivent les différences. Guns - not for me, but power tools? Can't do without 'em.
ReplyDeleteIt's wonderful that you've learned to respect and appreciate the uniqueness of your father.
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