This poem is a tribute to that parent of us awe, oddly making us sort of bastards, yet siblings to all. Feel free to join this family of virtues.
Bastard Won and Awe
I am
A bastard
Fodder to none
Yet assure as heir
I know who my father is
As oft spring
In the forum of hope
Mother patience
Brother generosity
Cistern faith
Kin to love
As children of awe
