My son Sam is 12, nearly 13.Â Here he is at the beach.
Last week we had tea together. I gave him the good teacup to try, it is one of the few heirlooms I have.
He took a sip. I said “Sam, that teacup has been in our family for about a hundred years.”
He stopped, set the cup down. Then he said “I was just lip-to-lip with my ancestors. I was almost kissing all the greats that came before me.”
Haiku for Sam
Your wild heart sings songs
I never hear on my own
So you sing for me
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