On Family

I would steer my ship on board the prow
Of that woman who has grasped my spirit
Took what I offered and gave me children
Rather than to bath in the seas
Of uncontrolled stormy pleasures
She reached from beyond my place
And plucked me up to maturity
In a place where the world could wear off
In that solemn peace I found awareness
With greater warmth of connectedness
Moored to those who teach something greater
The giving of oneself for life's mate and kindela
O how is it that this tired selfish one is so blest
Only G-d Himself knows
But in your arms and by your side I am healed
My breath I take from gazing upon the smiles of my children
The stars in their eyes cause my heart to beat
How has this dream become my life
Many thanks offers one whose words cannot match
The task of uttering such
To the Holder of all things.