an open letter to my sons

for Father’s Day, in memory of Tim Russert

In case the world should end

before I can tell you everything

I hope when that time comes

You’re old enough to know –

          I was just a man,

          Like both of you, but less.

Much less, and more at once, too.

The times we had together

So much you don’t recall,

Cannot be expected to remember.

I carried that around for us,

That history we have

that I dig up in writing this,

Though it is less. But more.

Much more, of course.

For in the cadence of each sentence

And the twisting of each letter

The separating spaces I told you both

Was the breath of each word

You understand our grand connection

And why the stories that define us

Go way beyond “the end”.

 

© 2008 henry toromoreno