Mar 28, 2009

Live from somewhere ...

Forever blasted, in effort
To shelter me from the
Presence of your absence

My heart weighs heavy
My lungs challenge maximum capacity

Relentless negotiation with time for more
Nostalgic concerning each day’s unique imprint
Because today my son, you are 8
But tomorrow, you will be 8 and another day

Each story quickens my memory
While every developmental milestone exhumes
Our journey into endless infinity

My goodness you were right

She did come, the lady with stuff
To make everything … better

1 comment:

  1. I absolutely love this poem. I like that you used the 2nd person and chose diction that flowed.

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