I Don’t Think It’s Luck

for mom and dad.

How lucky I am

to have learned love from those in practice

to create alongside paralleled expression

to know support so genuine

I may forget its rarity. 

How lucky I am 

to fly free at my own will

to let my ideas float down as they manifest

to take the safety net you’ve secured beneath me

too many times for granted.

How lucky I am

to be able to reach you by phone

to laugh or cry or scream or whisper

to find that reassurance remains 

just one inflection away.

How lucky I am

to have you, 

such a good Two;

a Two who’s created 

this remarkably good crew.