Saturday, May 03, 2003

 
For my grandfather, may he rest in peace:

I had a vision once of a man.
A man whose dream carried
A cry of strength and vigor.
Resounding from the grassy village
To the bustling streets
To the new world of promise.
Copper pennies stretched themselves
For three generations of descendants
Within golden boughs of sweet life.
I weep at his passing
Cherish at his life and its meaning.
Legacies far beyond the scope of mere achievement
In hopes carried into fruition.
Dreams spoken in volumes
Upon the faces and voices of his progeny.

James posted this at 8:42 AM.