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Your Father and You

Closely, his heart next to your heart,
He holds you; yes, now when you are young,
But even later as you grow older.

He knows you; who you are,
Who you were before this earth-time, and who you are becoming.
Face to face you talk and talk over many things, over everything –
As friends, as best friends.

Even though trials and troubles are all about,
You see through it all, eye to eye, and appreciate
The beauties of this wide wondrous world.

Side by side you work together in your garage, and in the yard;
In your neighborhood, and in the Kingdom.

Even more than the beauties of this earth,
You comprehend together, pure mind with pure mind, the simplicities and complexities of the Eternities –
The great principles that reveal truth,
And what is of real worth.

Soul to soul -- together with your dear Mother and loved ones –
You reach to the heights and glories
Of the highest and best that is deep within.
Your father and you . . . you are one.

Scott L. Vanatter, 4 July 2003 (Poem for Ryan -- and now Sean, and now Kyle -- and their Dad)

Yesterday, Scott (Motley) began the second round of treatment for thyroid cancer. For ten days he will be quarantined, as he is -- basically/literally -- radioactive. He is only able to talk to his boys (and his dear wife) on the phone, and see them from a safe distance. No hugs, no kisses, no wrestling . . . for ten days.

Comments

Carrie said…
We brought Scott donuts this morning...walked them onto the sidewalk and left them for him, then went back to the car and he came up to take them and we talked...from a 25-30 foot distance for a while...Sean sitting in his carseat with the window open so he could talk to dad. Quite a funny thing really.
Anonymous said…
Thanks Scott, I needed that. Beautiful poem, beautiful world, beautiful boys, beautiful life. Ten hours of surgery and ten days in quarantine is a small price to pay for the chance 'at' a lifetime. I love my family!
Maggie said…
i think normal is not being on such an emotional rollercoaster. ups and downs, i expect. not a cheating/sick husband, foreclosure, bankruptcy, and finally divorce...:) i don't consider that normal...
Scott said…
Touche. Good point.

That would not (should not) be normal. (I withdraw the quip/observation.)

Here's to "normalcy."
Maggie said…
that was taken with my webcam last week...some friends were bugging me for some more recent pics and since i don't have a camera, that was the best i could do. :)

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