It’s Alright
As a small boy,
When bad dreams caused me to wake in tears,
Mother’s hands would softly stroke my head,
Her tender voice would calm me,
“It’s alright my son
I’m right beside you.”
Youth brought scraped knees
Plus many growing pains.
Mother tended my wounds,
And soothed my frustrations,
“It’s alright my son
I’m right beside you.”
When adulthood came,
It found me in uniform.
A nation in conflict upon a foreign soil.
Mother’s letters would arrive,
“It’s alright my son
I’m right beside you.”
Careers have come and gone,
I’ve search for myself
In varied identities,
And always my Mother’s prayers,
“It’s alright my son
I’m right beside you.”
Recently, Mother passed away
As gently as she lived.
The other night, as tho in childhood again,
A dream caused me to wake in tears,
And I heard my Savior’s voice,
“It’s alright my son
I’m right beside you.”
In memory of Doris “Pat” Hand-Glock
1-11-25/1-17-94
About
Many of my friends say that I’m a “Child of the Sixties” and I must agree.
Over the years I have gone from a “Goldwater Republican” too a “Robert Kennedy Democrat” and find no contradiction in that switch.
As a distant relative to Judge Learned Billings Hand, often called the “First Free Speech Judge”, I come by “Liberalism” honestly and naturally.
Growing up I always wanted to be a writer, no wonder I enjoyed the Walton’s when it was a hit TV show, and blame that “bug” on Mr. Backus (11 grade English) and the Warren Harding publication “The Cauldron.”
Born in England of an English “Mum” and a “Yank” Dad has given me a more “Continental” outlook on the social and political aspects of life, plus throw in Viet Nam Era Vet, Kent State University student May 4th, 1970; Businessman; First openly gay male to run for public office in Warren Ohio; An elected John Kerry Alternate-Delegate to the 2004 DNC; In a committed life partnership for 20 years and you have the internals of what makes this “Baby Boomer” tick.
“If you don’t stand for something, then you’ll fall for nothing.”
I now invite you all to read my thoughts, touch my soul and let me bare my flesh, naked in the light of words.
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