For my mother, who liked their art
but not their implementation.
For my father, who cried at The Sleeper
and was proud of me for being his son.
For my sister, who may never understand
them though they brought a lump to her throat.
For my nephew, who I hope will one day see the
gods do not all play for Manchester United.
For my lover, who shines from within.
For my past, which sinned against me
as I sinned against it.
For my future, however short, or long;
I hope I use you well.
For attonement.
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Doors
When all is said and done
There will still be more to say
Always something new under the sun
Soon ten thousand miles away
Never fading from our hearts
There will still be more to say
Life has layered many parts
Their gifts a boundless treasure-trove
Never fading from our hearts
And though to distant lands you rove
Those who love you keep you near
Their gifts a boundless treasure-trove
Your words will soon delight new ears
So many reasons to be proud
Those who love you keep you near
You’ll never fail to shout it loud
When all is said and done
So many reasons to be proud
Always something new under the sun
A rather brilliant terzanelle from a rather brilliant friend. Sigh.