Early events haunt happiness,
Unspoken expectations fester,
And absurd comparisons smother every success.
Still, beauty exudes from all thoughts and actions.
Surely these gentle souls deserve only tears of joy.
Oh, how I would smash the heads of Their villains.
Yet They endure, perfecting the art of grand avoidance,
Elegantly, with honor, They persist with strength.
How my own sacrifices shrink to almost nothing,
In the shadow of saints in my life.
Marh 1996
