"Prologue"


                    To look at you now with tempered hindsight
                    Is the task. You, my family, a vital
                    Part of me, I seek to see what shapes all
                    My time with you has formed within. With light
                    Found elsewhere I shall touch the wounded heart
                    Of me, and lift the brooding dark pall
                    Of fear so long in place ----- a stunting wall.
                    I am enabled with a gentle might
                    The calm and caring words of friends who do
                    Not fade. Common is the way, yet commonly
                    Undone we act a scripted part untrue
                    To self, and slight our souls. Softly, cautiously
                    I shall tread the road, and slowly move
                    Toward my dreams; to see, and sing sweetly.