Memories of My Mentor
On a ladder in my garage replacing a lighting ballast.
All the wiring connected and I flip the switch.
Success!
Then the memories flood in…
Wasn’t I here 40 years before?
Henry asking me, “Do you think you can…
Replace the ballasts in our old fixtures?
Replace the sign out front?”
Or,
“Sketch a bird’s eye view of a fictional place?
Detail this intricate framing?
Design a moulding pattern?”
Or,
“Work on this agency board?
Give blood?”
“Help these folks with a new community project?”
Or
“Take a navigation course?”
“Go with me to Little Tybee?
The Tower?
Blackbeard Island?”
He always asked, but there was little debate
As I really didn’t know that I couldn’t.
His confidence in me was convincing,
And he always knew that I could.
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