My dad was a good man, with a good heart. He was also brutally honest while keeping love in his heart. I like to believe I inherited his gift for gab. It must be the karma of one of our Irish relatives having kissed the Blarney Stone. LOLZ. There is poetry in all of us, in one way or another.

A po-em by Charles Michael Leo Leonard entitled "Call of the Asteroid Ape" is attached.

I have also attached a poem I wrote for him on the day of his passing called "Senescence."

None of us are perfect, unless our conception of perfection includes imperfection.
Where there is love, there is forgiveness. Where there's forgiveness, there is understanding. Where there's understanding, there is patience. Where there is patience, there is peace.