My father loved me the best he could.
My mother loved me, as only a mother can.
I tried to love myself but found no reason to care.
Yet, in spite of all, hope remained.
My father taught me logic as only a father can.
My mother taught me to listen as best she could.
I taught myself poetry but found no talent to share,
And in the end neither rhyme nor reason prevailed.
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Now I love my own sons the best I can.
My wife loves them, as only a mother should.
Our boys love life itself and live to accept a dare.
Yet, in spite of all, math has become the music of the spheres.
I guess poetry skipped a generation.
My mother loved me as only a mother can.
My father loved me the best he could.
I tried to love myself but found no reason to care.
Yet, in spite of all, hope remains.
William Jackson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-guess-poetry-skipped-a-generation/
