The moment when my self- effacing peaked,
My ragged, wretched soul near fossilized,
Of resignation through I must have reaked,
For gifts of strength bled forth from his frail eyes.
So sure was I of what he was to say,
I played semantic games with pride and mirth.
But better things he wished for me today
Than will I understand 'til my child's birth.
Prophetic he was not, nor absolute,
And I resisted, lashed out violently.
Tempered, like a hand that holds trump suit,
Benevolence and calmness marked his plea.
The moment when I knew his words would fail,
The strength in all of us he did exhale.
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