Crest

I

I am my father’s

Colors.

Lanky build, brown hair, tired eyes.

I wave them proudly for all

And one day I want

To be a father just like you.

Don’t die.

There’s too much yet to say,

There’s too much to fix, build,

And share.

II

You were just a boy when your father passed.

You the eldest son of three

Making the sacrifices to make ends meet.

But I found your aspirations, hidden in a drawer,

Collegiate grades and letters buried thick in dust,

Dreams never accomplished.

Selflessness is what I see, I feel,

All for family…

I wave my father’s colors.

I dream my father’s dreams.