A poem for my family
Graham, Alden, and Calvin, whom I love:
I did not
always think it
so grand of a
plan
that God made
us so, so
different, but
wouldn’t the
alternative be bland?
When you have
four
there are
enough corners
for a
foundation to be built
Even if parents
are
weak and ill
four corners
are plenty
for a family to
fill
Four people in
a house
that God willed
None of us
unnecessary
None of us weak-willed
We share this
trait only
The rest fall
unequalled,
Molds broken
Perhaps that is
how
we turned out
so fair
despite all of
our hems, haws
and airs
Maybe four legs
make a table
stand square
and still
enough to hold the
food God
prepares
