To My Son, Trystan Poem by Kurt Philip Behm
To My Son, Trystan
You no longer need any help from me,
your path is free and clear
The mantle handed off, baton passed,
my position in the rear
You don't really need to ask my advice,
but I'm thrilled each time you do
You've gone far beyond the trail I marked,
to me—nothing left to prove
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March,2018)
Sunday, March 4, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: son
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