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)

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