More Sunday Poetry

To My Sons

I hope you’re famous

Like John Breaux’s famous

For smiling at strangers,

Picking up trash,

Being kind to everyone.

I hope you’re famous for serving others

Sharing coffee with the cold,

Food with the hungry

Conversation with the lonely.

I hope you’re friendly

To everyone

Helpful

Encouraging

Kind.

I hope you don’t get everything you want.

I hope many call you friend and yet, you only speak truth.

I hope you bowl or ski or swim or…

I hope you love and give and give

I hope you give more.

I hope you move.

I hope you love.  Deeply.  Fully.

I hope you travel and experience and see.

I hope you love adventure and live boldly.

I hope you hope.

I hope you pray.

I hope you fall sometimes and reach out to others when you do.

I hope you laugh so hard your belly hurts

I hope you do that often over dinner or coffee with good friends, new or old.

I hope you live.

Giving.

Serving.

Holding.

Helping.

Loving.