Though we hold so much by laughter
we hold much more in tender deep affection
as swelling sentiment bursts in tears
braid from birth, woven in parental love
contains the over flowing, freed from
referential constraints, simply purity
in its primal state, valor that gives
reassurance, as roots ground, grasp
the earth against the winds that howl.
Jan G. Otterstrom F. 11/19/2012
Somewhere over the Atlantic.