It was not always so; I recall fierce squabbling fuss.
He gave up innocence and went to
'Nam' while I cocooned in liberal arts,
Loss at last links us dearer,
And we age, glimpsing our mortality, re-valuing common roots still deep in rich Midwestern soil
though most of the continent intervenes.
Knowing he comes, I plan, avid to
maximize leach minute.
We revel in togetherness, revealing
trials and triumphs of home and work,
Shortly he flies, and what remains is rich residue of poignant musings.
I view afresh the heritage,
Reflections of high excellence, of
Longing to mirror the same to