Luna Sea

by Gloria L. Corneliusen

Father wasn’t much of a man,
But at least his name he left us.
He served the perfect example of
What we didn’t want to be or meet again.

Our name we carry like a badge,
A beacon growing ever brighter
When we travel through live’s rough seas,
We focus on our namesakes reflected light.

It’s always there to lead us back
to the arms of our faithful mother.
It was she that taught us to work the land
with help from relatives childrearing hands.

To them we are but one of them,
Long assimilated into their enormous clan.
We, however, never do forget,
that we wear a different brand, "Luna".

My brothers are our pride and joy,
A tribute to the those that raised them.
For they grew up to be good men, great fathers
So unlike the one who sired them.