Poem June 10, 2002 Issue

Brinkmanship

For Michael

Kim Shippey

Stand proud, my son,
in the morning light
of your teens,
fearless as the sun,
yet unashamed of
small clouds of reticence
that say "think"
before you blast your way
through life's adventure.
Reach always
for mountain-top vision
and be first
to see the dawn.
Let the wind have your hair,
take the skies for your scoreboard,
share your ledge with those
who think as you do
and offer a hand
to those who don't.
Today I give
you sun and laughter,
spun on bicycle wheels
of exuberant joy,
and I see in your face
what I hope
I shall never lose.

—Kim Shippey

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