My son gave me a poem last night, Invictus. Here is the first verse:
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
He told me he believes I am "truly unconquerable."
I don't know whether he is right about me, but I will try to live up to his vision of his father.
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2 comments:
A magnificent poem- especially knowing the background of the author. What an honor for your son to give this great poem to you. It really shows how highly he esteems you.
Merry Christmas Eve David, Love from Nance
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