A Poem For My Son Ronald

This lifetime you came in to Haiti to the sorrow of loss
Your mother died and you ran into the road to die too
They sent you to Montreal to your father's house and
I know little of your life in that time, intelligent boy
You got an education in life in love in the sorrow
I will not mention the sorrow inflicted on you now
In your search for meaning to find again mother
You came to stay here in the winter  of long ago
I remembered you were my son in Africa Temba
Your legs were crooked and I took you to see
the medicine man who cured you with plants
You are such a strong kind loving soul man
Fate gave you a best friend called Mandala
You walked beside you for years and years
You went north into the woods of Canada
Your hair changed color as you grew old
My blessing for you is to find yourself