I remember dinosaurs of glass
Filled up with colored sand.
And our tradition, long revered.
Bringing you pine cones twice a year.
And learning to read in simple steps.
Your patience rooted in the farthest depths
Of love. Of innocence. Of Grace.
And how you lifted us.
How you held us down.
How you managed to sweep the pain from your face
And turn that wheel to save your life
When the demon inside you was driving you over
The wall and would have seen you die.
You taught us not to just listen to voices
But to seek out for ourselves the veins of proof.
You told us the one who makes the most noise
Is not always the one who’s telling the truth.
That killing is wrong and defense is honor
A man is not judged by the sins of his father,
That a man’s greatest duty lies…
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