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