Brinkmanship

For Michael

Stand proud, my son,in the morning lightof your teens,fearless as the sun,yet unashamed ofsmall clouds of reticencethat say "think"before you blast your waythrough life's adventure.Reach alwaysfor mountain-top visionand be firstto see the dawn.Let the wind have your hair,take the skies for your scoreboard,share your ledge with thosewho think as you doand offer a handto those who don't.Today I giveyou sun and laughter,spun on bicycle wheelsof exuberant joy,and I see in your facewhat I hopeI shall never lose.

—Kim Shippey

June 10, 2002
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