Mark wrote this poem, and I included it in the Lessons from my Children Blogs I wrote for our family blog
When I was young and you were not so old
You whispered Spanish in my ear when we
Stopped at a road's edge. My hand found its hold
In your calming hand that seemed to me
Secure as any fortress in the world.
Our ears perked, eyes turned right then left to see
That all was safe, no danger to be found,
We anxiously stepped and soon would be
Beyond the road to fields and playing ground,
The promised place where I had longed to run free.
You are the man in whom I see my God.
Few boys were better taught or so well shod.