Terrified

...the New Year approaches, and I have to ask "what is to become of me this year?"
I enter it with great pain, both emotionally and physically. I do not know how I will proceed.
I may chronicle it here, I may choose to only remember my sons and their most amazing childhood personalities, as discovered and revealed by them to me... we shall see...

Life IS Beautiful

...no, truly, and tho' there is heart ache, and heart break, still I have so much great fortune in my life.
Gifted with two sons who each in their own way are positively spectacular!
Both poets, each with their own voice, and so very magnificent those voices are.
It matters not that they be published or no; it doesn't alter their talents for putting words to the page in such a way that what they write creates the visual pictures, the metaphors, the emotions that those words are intended to spark, enflame, and feed.
What matters is that they never stop, that they continue creating, expressing and sharing that which they provide to us their fellows on this planet to further enhance our mutual experience of the day to day.
That's all, save I am regularly moved to tears by their magnificence. By my fortune at having the privilege of calling them my sons, though the time has come that they become "our" sons, and enter into the broader community to enliven, enrich, contribute and participate in the "bigger" schema of this moment, and this one...