Of those echoes from my Pops that don’t stop

The genius of my Father
was clear-cut
the only thing
he ever told us
that we couldn’t be…
was less than
and with that
I have always
been compelled
to stand.

So when grief
beckons and
threatens
to suffocate
I remind myself
of this fact
that I am
greater than
grief on repeat.

*Whenever I doubted my power, I would make this face and my Pops would reply: “Watch what I tell you.”*

Published by Shun P. Writes

Author, Genealogist, Writer, Poet, Podcast Host, possessor of 2 cents, Blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that: "People need to get off of their rump and do something". All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way. View all posts by Shun P. Writes