Saturday, February 05, 2005


The hindsight of the child is once again
The signal post of all that’s gone to loss.
“I told you so!” is on my lips, but then
I hold my tongue. My words conceal the cost.
I only want you safe. A happy, free
Defender of your future’s hopes and dreams,
And master of the things you choose to be.
Beware the choice, it often hides what seems.
The fool’s necessity is often cloaked.
The necessary evil of control
Where weakness throws itself on ground that’s soaked
In blood of good intentions, but is cold.
A Weakness masked is always cruel, not kind.
Forgiveness is a hubris that is blind.

jrb 2/5/2005