Your story
Reads like ancient hieroglyphics
Translated into eleven different languages
Five of which no one speaks anymore
To this day you are a mystery to me
Each year
Small discovers reveal more of your enigmatic life
Bits and pieces of your puzzle
Combined with my budding maturity
Help me understand the gears that make you tick
And the more I know
The more I understand
And the more I understand
The more I can forgive
Grace follows understanding
Like calm follows a storm
You are the source of my life
No you, no me
And as screwed up and complicated as life can be
As the years have faded
I am thankful for them
I am thankful, finally, for you
It is a dusty and sometimes unclear road
That we both have traveled
You and your father, and me and mine
So misunderstood, so hurt, so reluctant to forgive
I hope we have finally found peace
Here beneath the shade of grace
I offer you my respect, and I humbly forgive
May we have many more years
Discovering the artifacts of our personalities
The mysteries of our relationship
And the beauty of this life we have been given
You from your father… and I from you.
Dear Jim,
If poem #8 was written by you, then I was right all along…you are a genius! So much depth and insights into real life! No wonder Robin loves you so much! I’m a little biased, but oh well, I think I know you best! Love from mom.
Thanks mom.
NOTE: All poems are written by me.