To My Children:

Paint my wisdom,
On the canvas of your journey.
Count the gray in my hair,
And weigh the measure of my sorrows and joys.
Trace the lines on my face,
And see a map of my life.
Listen to my voice,
And hear the laughter of my history.
Look into my eyes,
And see the wisdom of my errors.
Glance at my visage,
And see the face of my humanity.

The history of my life is the youth of my future,
And a harbinger of your path.

Mick McKellar
May 1996

I found this in a pile of old essays and forgot I wrote it. Seems applicable still.

Mick