I Am Yours

my father decorated veteran

of the most foreign of wars

veteran missionary gone to

Brazil to save savage hearts

a man of sermons and spontaneous

dances with our straw broom

baker of wedding cakes and sticky buns

i am not yours in the fold of basic christianity

i am instead yours in the dirt where i love

to make things grow like you and grampa

i am yours in the way I can

fix a broken box or mend the shattered

hearts that spill their tears onto my open arms

i am yours in how i despise war, you call it hell now

yours in the way i trip over nothing and know how

to fall, in the way i trust the God of the Universe

with my life and death . as you turn 93 and i approach

70 i am yours in the gratitude i feel for family

in the tears of repentance i sometimes shed

for being so imperfect and for the flaws that

make my loved ones suffer beyond you in the

need to write poetry in the desire to chronicle

the world i cannot help but weep for waiting

to find eternal life in the hollow center of this day on which you were born.

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