An Uncle's Blessing

Blood of my blood
Heart of my heart
May the joy you have found
Be merely the start
of a landslide of blessings
A thunderous roar
Sweeping down the white mountain
from pinnacle to shore
Casting the rubble
the debris
the scree
Into the arms of the beckoning sea
Such is the love
of a family, dear
No guile nor condition
No envy nor fear
Embrace that quixotic sprite
Happiness
'ere she flutters her wings
flits into the mist
He is a good one
Who's known the dismay
of a bed cold and empty
at the end of the day
Let your old uncle
impart such a gift
My blessing, my love, sealed with a kiss.


Penned by my hand on the 14th of Miraman, in the year 412 AF.