Legacy

The child you were yesterday and the parent you will become
Are the same adult you are today.
Your teachers were the children of their childhood.
They were the adults of your childhood.
They helped form the chains from which you hang today’s anchors.
We are thus festooned.
Scarcely recalling our anchorless days.
The forging so incremental
But the anchors are always our own.
And the chains from which they hand always our own.
And the choice to remain there moored always our own.
Your child, unanchored but aware
Will learn by observation, that an anchor he must bear.
All the freedom or frustration that eventually he’ll sample
Will not come from contemplation
He will learn it by example.

Category: Life, Poetry

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