Me;

In the forest I feel at peace.

I am a hunter.

The sable night envelopes me as her own.

Star light shows the path. So I move on.

Cricket song is my music.

The forest on every side full of anything.

The blood courses along, and hums within my veins.

Yet I am unafraid.

Confident and foolish I advance.

So self assured.

25 years later................

My son;

This street is where you feel at home.

You are a gangster.

The same night accepts you as her own.

The stars are dark in town. Yet, you move on.

Gunshots and Rap music blare.

The ghettos nearby full of anything.

Same blood courses along, humming in your veins.

Yet you feel no fear.

Cocky and foolish you are so like me.

So self assured.

25 years later..............

My unborn grandson;

Who can say what home he will choose?

I hope to guide him but then, I taught you.

Both our pathways are diverse.

None better, none worse.

I pray he will choose a path.

That honors both our memories.

Try to teach him of other things

than what we have been.

Expand his universe it is your duty

as a man. Don't forget son.

His choices may break your heart.

But he is an individual first.

I remind myself of this all the time.

When you drive me out of my mind.

With your bad choices, after I warned.

“There is a train wreck up ahead!”

Yet you turn and drive on.

So self assured, so foolish.

You are so like me.

I love you.

Dad.

Phil G. Inman Sr.