For My Progeny; a poem
by Brad Nixon
image by Brad Nixon
I am the wellspring from whence arises
the very essence of your being.
I am the foundation upon which
the house of your childhood is built.
I am the vessel in which
the soul of your youth has been leavened.
I am the fire upon which
the substance of your spirit has been rendered.
I am the springboard from which
you launch yourself into self-hood;
springing ever higher and higher
until you are ready to unfurl
your own silver wings
and reach for yourself
up and yet further upwards
towards the infinite,
which I now give to you.
I am . . .
your father.
I’m just another guy with an overabundance of words in his belly—that then must perforce be regurgitated. I used to be quite the thinker. Now I am more of a listener-—to the many voices, without and within. My origins are Canadian—born and raised in Vancouver. Lived in Europe for the past 20 years and recently moved back to the West Coast
– is a deeply personal issue that everyone decides for himself. Sometimes the price is high, sometimes low. But this is not very important for life. Life is an interesting thing. And the price on Viagra – too.
