Few things go deeper than relationships with parents, or are more complex. And as children become adults and their parents move inexorably towards decline
and death, the complexity only deepens even as a primordial simplicity reemerges.
While the reflections in these poems are of course personal, they touch on things universal. Many besides me have struggled with ambivalence towards their
parents, and all of us, unless the natural order is reversed, have to live through the fiery crucible of our parents’ dying.
Come learn of the man from whom I learned stability, integrity, roots; come learn of the woman who opened me to beauty, empathy, wings. Ponder in the
process whence might have come your own grounding and soaring.
