maturation beckoning...

autobiographical.

of an interrupted childhood,

he was never quite able

to find his place as the years went by.

merely existing, absent of living.

the boy, dishonoring Family.

married, not knowing how to love.

a Dad, clueless about parenting.

at age forty came the courage,

along with a white light reckoning,

of a life well wasted.

and then a beginning, a becoming...

a Father, feeling the heartaches,

but more so, unabashed joy.

Husband, available for all the love

that true partnership brings.

a Son, helping his elder folks

to live and die with dignity.

Boy, becoming Man

Author's Note

...heed the call

Reviews

[Tarik]

That's wonderful. A beautiful coming of age poem.

" a Son, helping his elder folks

to live and die with dignity"

Sometimes i'm doubtful about this thing. I'm not sure if i'll be around when my parents die; i can't be around. it's so hard.

Thanks for this beautiful piece.

[J. J. Nightingale]

Each journey takes different paths .. And we are still becoming .. .. till last breath .. ..

I like .. Jazz

[Ed Hart]

yes, i understand...i have a similar heed