I am my mother’s son
I stay open to change—
A bridge builder who hopes,
But keeps what I expect
Behind the veil of me.

My mom adapted fast
While I create patterns
That give my days a beat
that make me me, but also—
Bring out the best in you.

But—

With her and you I learned:
Eyes open always, ears wide
To music bearing witness
Of wonder all around,
For no one knows when love
Breaks out, or grace will come around.