Days in the life of a poet

When life gets too complicated and our hearts and minds seek out what is good and provides us sustenance...poetry is the breath of life. Words allow us to communicate...to express that within us that is most precious and real. We crave that which is familiar and gives us comfort...read and receive*

Friday, November 18, 2011

For my Father’s Fathers





As a man…
I honor my father’s name with dignity
with courage, I stand with no disgraces
and pay homage my mother’s virtue and love

Proudly I walk the soles of history
and pray that, never will I forget
that long road
    traveled in shame
that long road
     traversed in pain
that long road
      bleeding in misery
that long road
       clouded by blame

I can see the peak of the mountains
and smell the pine of its silent sentries
taste the sweetness of her secrets
and feel her solid, beneath my feet

As a man…
I will not degrade myself in ignorance
nor debase my worth in humanity’s show
with common sense and moral fortitude
I follow the steps my grandfathers led
hard I strive and walk in freedom
and I will never forget…
that I am my father’s son*


“For my Father’s Fathers”
Jon` B. Crenshaw
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