My son has
simply been absent more
years than those spent with his
family…
His parents- now aging,
his Grandparents passed away, and
his children
and grandchildren grew, all
while he was gone.
Yesterday he turned forty-four.
I still see him
In a large, sad corner of my mind,
as a child.
Well, he’ll always be my child,
Of course,
However he possesses many childlike qualities…
Ingrained in the years
He was mine.
Now a father
A grandfather
He still has those entrenched manners:
Opens doors for ladies, always
Says” please and thank you and yes Ma’am” to
the waitress at the restaurant where his dad
and I took him
for his birthday lunch.
He was very appreciative
for his gift of matching thermal
undergarments;
because he knows
we remembered
how much he hates
to be
cold.
Nancilynn is Writing again 