SON

                                                Thank you, dear son, John Anthony:

 

I am blessed/grateful for your loving care.

 

We are so much alike yet uniquely opposite too:

 

may God enrich/heal/comfort you is daily prayer.

 

Sometimes we clash, do not mix like oil/vinegar:

 

our passion defines us, not lukewarm like tepid water.

 

We both ideally hold truth/justice/integrity as one:

 

no building/philosophy but divine is our Alma mater.

 

He is an extraordinarily talented renaissance man:

 

multi-talented in education, versatile in eclectic skills:

 

Honor/duty inspired at 18 to serve USA Army:

 

modern Don Quixote does not tilt at windmills.

 

He has experienced multi winters in five decades:

 

PTSD from military conflict, loss of best friend.

 

But spring/summer/fall outnumber pain/sorrow:

 

he easily goes out of dots to rise above/transcend.

 

He is a phenomenal family man esteemed by all:

 

kith/kin delight in his respect and companionship.

 

I, as his mother, give testimony of high praise:

 

my son is top caliber, synonymous with blue chip.

SON © Mom, Monday, November 2, 2020