My dear boy
My purpose in
Your life is
Clear I am
To plant not
To sow I
Am to predict
Where you are
To experience then
Reflect with the
Knowledge that I’ve
Already installed think
Of me as
Nothing more than
A map of
Your adventure of
Which I have
Already lived first
My dear boy
Please remember that
There’s a difference
Between the what
And the who
The what when
Done enough like
All things grows
Old and weary
But the who
Oh the who
Remains ageless and
Always always new
My dear boy
There are two
Types of people
In this world
Those that retreat
From a challenge
And those that
Charge the same
Those that retreat
Are the followers
And those that
Charge are leaders
One lives a
Safe life while
The other makes
His own life
No one is
Born to be
Either but instead
Chooses either prairie
Or mountain top
Both start at
The same spot
But end at
Completely different places
I dreamt of
Lovers past and
Present they brought
Me joy like
That first snowfall
In late November
Full of wonderment
And awe like
That first tickling
Ahh upon dipping
Toes in a
Cool Wisconsin lake
And warmth like
That cabin fire
In Vermont after
An afternoon of
Sledding I awoke
Nestled beneath comforters
Knowing that I
Was loved and
In turn loved
My dear boy
One of the
Hardest things to
Understand is the
Responsibility to others
That you have
Simply being who
You are yourself
To you you’re
No big deal
Young or old
But oh to
Others you’re an
Example of who
They might wish
To be never
Underestimate the gift
That you are
To the world
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 