In Sammy
In Sammy, and his brother too, I found so many clean and fresh things. After having helped to raise several hundred kids by then it was very refreshing to see some of the niceties one wants youth to have.
Both boys were like twins, they differed, but I found them mannerable and kind. I quickly began to love them both, and, my son, when he met them was also charmed by their decency. I could easily observe the meaningful things their parents had taught them. They played them for me.
I think of this poem and him, probably because it was spring time when he played for me. But more to the truth it was the infathomable nature of good people that I loved about this child.
I cannot forget that kind of light when I see it, anymore than one can forget a pack of roses sollying in the gentle breeze. We love roses but we have no clue where they come from. The ground is wintery and then we see, in the spring warmth, blood flushed petals cupping radiant veins of life.