Reflections: White Scorpion

Shortly after my birth,
my father held me in his arms

to quiet my restlessness

and recently,

I held him in my arms

to quiet his relestness; and,

as I sat there in silence with him,
he coughed up one final gift - the
thought that we had grown beyond
just a father son relationship,
that we had a mutual respect and
had become the best of friends.

November 29, 2002


Note: written on the morning of my father's funeral
and read at the grave site.