A friend of my daughters
And my sons
When he's with us, he feels like one
Of my own, that is.
Appearing last week
In his camos and boots
At my front door
Smiling, like he always does.
Succeeding in his covert surprise
I tried not to cry
His mother and I sharing
A knowing glance
How to make this last?
I don't know where she
Finds the strength
If his absence breaks my heart
Then how...? Never mind
Because he is here
Right now
At my front door
Smiling, like he always does.
Caren E. Salas
April is National Poetry Month, and for the past few years I've participated in Robert Lee Brewer's Poem a Day Challenge. He posts prompts on his website, which will hopefully inspire me. For Day 1 (yesterday actually) the prompt was "New Arrivals" and could be arrivals of any kind. This poem is dedicated to our friend Nate (I've mentioned him before) and his mother Sharon.
So touching, Caren! Well done, as usual!
ReplyDeleteLovely poem, this is.
ReplyDeleteThanks!
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