A generous heart with the capacity to love unconditionally;
despite our flaws and our foibles, everything left on the table
came from a deep seated respect for life and my place in it.
Disagreements were never fights, and rights were something
that were never followed by lefts, or any combination thereof.
He gave me my space; room to grow and learn from mistakes
made with regularity early on; less frequent when he needed
a competent aid and caretaker. The inheritance came as an intangible, a right of passage that gave every woman and man their due in lieu of their station in life or place of origin. Giving me all that he knew I could handle because he believed you earned everything you wanted and were given everything you needed. Respect always came at equal value. You only got what you gave. I’ve saved it all these years, treasured and heart bound, found in a generous heart with the capacity to love. Thanks Dad!



Written for We Write Poems – Prompt #90


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