Prose: To Those, By Tim Cooper

i believe that when i took marilyn as my own, i stole from the world it’s brightest jewel. with my best skills and pure faith in blind luck i won her heart and still show it with pride.

i know that when heather was born the world became brighter, more beautiful by leaps and bounds no earthly artist may by any gods’ graces devine. an unending dawn now shines forever, without compare.

i more than trust that when max was born, there began a future, and my world is now safe in strong, intelligent, and just hands. he is a beacon to mankind and the gardens of tomorrow, and it’s path is brightly lit.

hail, to those who fill my cup. i’ll not waste a drop!

-=T=-