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whether this truth be told or not

I am

and will ever remain

all my earthly days

my dead father's child

his humor I inherited

through the passing on of genes

his wit  too guards my own fragile mind

his love of books and letters live on

me, one of his many dreams

his fearful grace I step over

for the Lord in his own compassionate

all knowing wisdom keeps me by his side

in some cosmic spiritual sling

this man I have no recollection of knowing

and yet his influence stands proud

all around me

palpable in its  deep undeniableness

holding my for thought in his dear dead fingers

forcing me most beautifully to see

I walk this realm of consciousness

fully aware always

that yes indeed

I truly am

my dead father's child

(written Jan 31, 2006 5pm)