Friday July 4th, 2008 @ 12:46 PM

Filed under: now

My father wrote this poem a year after I was born and it remains, I think, the best thing I’ve ever read.

The Way and The Life

Remember the roads you have walked,

Remember the names of things and people you’ve loved.

These thoughts will leave you less alone,

Even as you recall how they came,

How they left and how the road continues.

Sometimes memory speaks,

Other times, it is silent.

Why were we born?
How was it, that two we love, loved,

And in that moment

Our beginnings were written.

Richard

1984