Family Values

gazing at the sun
i can see
it all the time
a burnt echo;
the faint smell
of what they said:

dear son;
of
what we shed;
point to us the way;
the choices you've given
are nill to none.
the fingers we used to bathe
have given way
to hands that could be;
your future burns in these palms;
the legs that couldnt walk-
carry now a world upon them-
denounce your fear;
always say you fought.

when you gaze into a hell
hand them your coat;
they will stare back
and welcome the warmest smile.
even in sight;
we are blind -
when we see,
we find ourselves in flight -
dead from the body 'round -
yet alive from the soul up.

love us always -
your saviors.







Family Values.