Generations

Alabama Southern boy. Snake killing, squirrel hunting, Pidgeon eating, train robbing, raised by the great outdoors father. Gives birth to doesn’t believe in guns, California cool, peace hoarding, non-profit working daughter. He met the Lord in the Alabama river. I met the lord on a church alter. His mother was murdered. My mother retired from 40 years in the education field. How can we be related? More than related. Father. Daughter. He races through the woods evading bullets. They wiz past his ears. He hears them hitting trees as he runs and ducks. I run into a swarm of gnats they wiz by my ears I swat them and keep running looking down at my apple watch to check my pace. Don’t forget where you came from. Buttermilk biscuits, fried rabbit eating Daddy. Honey Lavender Oat milk Latte sipping Daughter. Don’t forget where you came from. Feels impossible that we exist at the same time, but we do. And if we could stop agitating each other and listen to each other we would truly discover how beautiful it is that we exist at the same time. And although I came from you. You allow me to exist differently then you. Father. Daughter. Family.