Letter To My Children Poem by Bradley Wanami

Letter to my children.1973.Dr.kk)

One article read
'This article is heavily edited because its subject has recently died.Knowledge and events about the subject may rapidly change as more facts come to light.'

I also salute the dead for they made living possible
I am like the shadow
reading your heart and your misfortune
the weariness of keeping your dignity
And how I think can I capture everything in my words
I still write about how the sun is yellow,
how I forgot my morning had dew
the slightly musky sweet scent of fresh hay when the sun is bursting
I still look back and forth to express my choice of words

So i write how things were simpler and safer
Like a stone carved out of wood
how eyes were unblinking
to see and to confirm.
The darkness and emptiness embraced people to form a world, having nothing but each Other's warmth.

But however we been paying dues
We look just like you
Insanity goes back a long time I suppose too
feeding the ducklings.