The Power Figures

sculptures
Power Figures
  
They’re all gone,
the power figures,
They’re all gone,
the power figures,
the shapers of my being.
Grandparents,
parents,
aunts and uncles
their mission for me fulfilled.
Teachers,
ministers,
neighbors,
childhood friends,
lovers,
even strangers
that I’ve met;
all of them God’s Mathematicians.
Each adding,
subtracting,
from what I would be.
Sometimes I wonder,
are they softly cheering,
content;
or silent,
weeping,
ashamed of me?
Harold Johnson
2015the shapers of my being.
Grandparents,
parents,
aunts and uncles
their mission for me fulfilled.
Teachers,
ministers,
neighbors,
childhood friends,
lovers,
even strangers
that I’ve met;
all of them God’s Mathematicians.
Each adding,
subtracting,
from what I would be.
Sometimes I wonder,
are they softly cheering,
content;
or silent,
weeping,
ashamed of me?


POEM BY HAROLD Johnson

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