My father’s father, A man of stone, steel, his wife, Cornucopia, Table ever full. My father mapped the inner Space, architecture Of the mind, so
When I am on my Own, my words dance from my mind To my tongue, fill the Air with joyous song. When I am with
In the dry heat and Dust, long have I walked. I am Parched. She comes like one Long awaited, to My care is she sworn.
An arrow across The abyss struck my heart and I caught on fire.
I am reading this Book to my daughter, and I Tell her to watch how People’s faces change When they are complimented. It shows how
University She inherits, leaky pipes But with potential Unruly pupils Question her authority. She is, Professor.