My Dad and me: A poem 

Snowflakes on a warm day 

when the gods are in the fray 

There are secrets in the inlay 

Come September and May 

We have always been dragons 

How creation runs and begins 

There’re miracles in Joseph’s stamen 

 Jacob’s faith through thick and thin 

This lineage may seem irrevocably broken 

But there’s always reincarnation 

They tried to break us with stones 

that will only build our thrones 

There are rehearsals and encores 

And a time to settle scores 

You were always my son 

And I was always yours