O, my son,
The emptiness,
The ache
I feel as
I grieve
With you--
A father's
Privilege--
Is filled
By your Honesty
Soothed by
Your Faith,

And though
I would
Manipulate
Would spare;
I only pray
That your path
Now followed
Will continue
Upward, onward,
Truthward,through
And beyond
The End.

10/07/2002

Author's Note: Truly, the Fruit does not fall very far from the Tree.

Posted on 10/08/2002
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