Open Poetry #26 |
Dad Again |
waldopepper Member
since 2003-03-18
Posts 157Tennessee, USA |
For a little while I got to be Dad again. For a little while the man before me was the son he was then. As pleasantries and polite talk slowly slipped away, the child returned perched on my knee. Wonderment at full brace riding every word I said, for the faces held the sight of innocence between men. A memory burn, slow into the night held the seconds in check of what was long past learned. "Do you remember, Dad? Do you know what I mean? Can you recognize who I am in the clasp of our hands?" This grip of sheer might breaking distant disguise, held thoughts left unspoken and a smile a mile wide. "These tears are my voice Son, poor means to an end, only stay in this moment and I'll be your Dad again." But the moment was past in the broken embrace, as we slipped into stations that left with swift grace. We went our own ways as has always been done, only this time I was Dad and he was my Son. |
||
© Copyright 2003 Walter Waddle - All Rights Reserved | |||
passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
touching |
||
waldopepper Member
since 2003-03-18
Posts 157Tennessee, USA |
Thanks Dixie. I appreciate your reading and commenting. |
||
⇧ top of page ⇧ | ||
All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. |