September 27, 2017 1:00 am
I found Benita underneath the baobab
in Washington, D.C.
my anchor, rope, and kaleidoscope
that I view with half-shut eyes.
she rebirthed my calling -
not to be the brightest star
but to be the proudest dad
of two scions, picky eaters.
one made my bosom his pillow
the other trails me like a shadow
different, but alike in their little ways.
roots and wings, I’m bequeathing
roots to ground in respect, love and
perseverance like potter wasps
wings to soar above sullen skittles
that will litter their bumpy footpaths.