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On Angels and Messengers

Friday, May 14, 2010


I found it hard to talk to girls:
A freshman, only five foot three.
No words emerged, if she had curls.
"Just be yourself", my Dad told me.

Did he think I'm someone else?
What he meant, I wasn't sure.
I didn't talk to madamoiselles
Til I became ... a sophomore.

Girlfriends came and girlfriends went,
But I let no one get too close.
Though I became quite eloquent,
I hid behind those clever jokes.

Eventually I met the one
Who loved the man behind the mask.
We were wed and raised a son.
For my advice, he didn't ask.

I gave it to him anyway.
I let him fall; I watched him grow.
"Just be yourself", was all I'd say.
That's all you really need to know.

1 comment:

  1. Epilogue:
    My Father's gone, my son is grown.
    One day he may have a son of his own.
    Then one more shy and insecure
    teenage boy will hear these words.
    So he, in turn, can teach his son
    what Dad taught me, so long ago:
    "Just be yourself." "Just be yourself."
    That's all we really need to know.