Bill Grace - Sighting from Distant Age

Perhaps it is the primal currents we pass on
My father's rage at my youthful antic of wageing war upon the stray cat
Now more mildly surfaces with daughter's lack of care for pet.
Dad understood the little guy's battle for survival be it man or creature.

More loved by others than loved by son
At last I understand that memorial window
Given for him that lives beyond his death.

Bill Grace

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