To Kathryn Ann

I had seen one
Junked out
before;
The name already discarded,
The trim and upholstery ripped away,
The essential mechanisms dissassembled on the bench -
For practice -
The parts too worn to be reused;
Herein is wisdom:
To know for Truth,
No longer fact alone,
That each of us is mortal,
Drawing to an end.

A year passed by,
And I was given this gift:
To be present
In a beginning,
With God,
And Kathryn Ann;
When hope became frail thread,
Stretched taut in human hands,
And then cried out with being
Someone
Who would have need of a name,
And of being taught it's meaning.
This too is wisdom:
There is cause for joy.