To My Great Grandfather's Cousin, Edwin Coddington, Astronomer, 1

You saw the raptures of Astronomy;

and I have found the same in poetry---

although, from both, I was soundly discouraged

by parents of whom both fields were disaparaged.

Such interests, they thought, were somewhat subversive

because the pay was not a lot of money.
So Mom and Dad delivered their corrective

advice, and called both interests of mine, "funny."

They called my adolescent passions, "queer,"

and hoped to cast my life plans to mockery

(admittedly, my mind was rather callow;

and most thoughts that I had were rather shallow).

But in rebellious anger, I elected

to keep a core truth quiet and protected---

that which they dreaded in unspoken fear:


the coming of my aspiration to poetry.



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What an artist we would have

What an artist we would have lost if you had stayed in the "safe" zone of your parent's narrow world view! The stars were beckoning—astronomy being in your blood—as were your other great loves, making you the adept poet and thinker you are today. A lovely declaration of authenticity and freedom. 

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Thank you very much.  Until

Thank you very much.  Until their dying days, my parents refused to acknowledge my poetry, my history major, or any of my other interests.  I think the Lord used my adolescent rebellion against them to protect me from that narrow world.  I remember how thrilled I would get, at the end of each episode of Outer Limits, to see those galactic photographs behind the end credits---and my parents would sometimes switch the television to another channel because I was getting "too" enthusiastic.  Strong emotions, strong interests, and strong responses were enormously frightening to them.

  Thank you for understanding about that time in my life.


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