Perhaps it is the primal currents we pass on <br />My father's rage at my youthful antic of wageing war upon the stray cat <br />Now more mildly surfaces with daughter's lack of care for pet. <br />Dad understood the little guy's battle for survival be it man or creature. <br /> <br />More loved by others than loved by son <br />At last I understand that memorial window <br />Given for him that lives beyond his death.<br /><br />Bill Grace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sighting-from-distant-age/
