Between the Dash
A life is lived between the dash of headstone’s final respite. From young and innocent, to the age’s vaulted wisdom. In the middle lies the laundry, the stains, grit, and grime of a life learned in the trying, a battle against natural self. To push the howling wind, and protect our kindred few. To give a life is not momentary, a fleeting choice to protect family, but rather an internal quest to protect them forevermore. Lessons of the past your compass, hard work the only motor. Virtues passed down shape the version you fight to become. Worry lost on innocent new minds, that cannot see what is not there. They know not who you honor in your work, deed, and tarrying on. For their quest is theirs alone, unrelated to your journey past. Realization that it is not a chain, but rather a ship builder of sort — as they sail toward new horizons, carrying our time together through storm and strife, beautiful sunsets and passion. They carry those things thought, as ...