"Definitions"

"Definitions"
By: Brendan Cadman


He was born a boy.
It did not define who he was.
He was raised in religion.
It did not define who he was.
He was a student.
It did not define who he was.
He was heterosexual.
It did not define who he was.
He graduated and found a job.
It did not define who he was.
He worked his whole life and made a living.
It did not define who he was.
Then he died and when they asked me who he was, I told them.
He was a son.
It helped define who he was.
He was a brother.
It helped define who he was.
He was a cousin, nephew, uncle, and a grandson.
It helped define who he was.
He was a traveler and saw the world.
It helped define who he was.
He was a boyfriend, fiancé, husband, and a father.
It helped define who he was.
He was a grandfather.
It helped define who he was.
The places that he went and the things that he saw, the people he knew and the ones he loved. They defined who he was.

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