My dad he loved he hated
The news would pass him by
Pictures of the darkly colored
Paraded past the pixels on the flashing screen
My parents inspired me to equality even so
Even so I loved the others in my life
Sought to listen where their tales went
In places light and dark, sadness and strife
My dad always felt the judgement of others
He was a Jew, he was ungraduated
My dad was smart, I always told him so
Even at the end of days
He was a poet
A romantic
Sometimes in a rage
He would scream
He was born in the days
Of want and need
a generation that found their way
To food and warmth
At the end of days
He was no longer a giant
Screaming against storm
Of worry danger and injustice
At the end of days
We held him and loved him
Asked no more of him
Helped him remember the stories
of Benny’s candy store and Molly Picon
Who could ask for more
My Gifted Life 