Child of the Fourth Turning

Dad's a '66 Gemini, half logic, half dream. He built his

life through sweat and work, living in the hops and the hurt.

Seems he's tired of the noise, still believes in fair debate. But some days

it's hard to tell the love from the hate. Mom's a '70 heart with quiet

grace. She's carried storms at times we raised. The kindest soul

I ever knew deserved more than she got. Still taught me how to love

this world even though she works for God. They raised me in the

space between socialist charity and the American dream. Told me, "Chase the world,"