Saturday, June 12, 2010

Poem for AJ

At the time of your birth
We were somewhere not near
We were in Munich, abroad
Quaffing good beer.

We didn't have email
I couldn't call on a cell
I called your dad from a payphone
He had good news to tell.

In the 18 years since
The world has all changed
In 18 more years
Your life's arranged.

The sum of this is
That you're now a young man
The future before you
A big, wide expanse.

You can choose to blaze trails
To live a life without peer
But this sort of life only comes
If you work hard, persevere.

Graduation is fine
But you're in a big crowd
Now stand up and stand out
And make us all proud.

Friday, June 4, 2010

Homecomings

...are such a beautiful thing.  Even observing those of perfect strangers in front of some transit terminal, they are nearly as good as my own.