Howardism Musings from my Awakening Dementia
My collected thoughts flamed by hubris
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Congratulations, it doesn't get any better than this-a loving wife, a daughter and now a son. I'm happy for you. My love to you all.


My Boy

I see my self
In black-eyed raven
In rippled water
In yellow aspen.

Everything is me
Obviously shown
In face of my son
Not yet three days old.

Not to be a me
But an other me
To nurture, to care
To observe, to be.

Life begins, the dream
When my boy Vishnu††For background on this Vishnu reference, see this thought.
Opens his heavy
lidded eye anew.

Each face is hopeful
Each birth a promise
My son is shining
Perfect completeness.

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