Each morning I pour a cup of coffeeand escort my robe to the small table
that overlooks my Japanese magnolia
a treehouse for my birds
Each morning I am greeted
by mr and mrs salt and pepper shaker
ever faithful, never late
always the same smile
always ready to serve
and it occurs to me
I spend more time with these
two servants than I do with
my own son
I would explain to them
the tear that runs down
my cheek
if I thought
they'd understand
But each morning
I hold my tongue
and sip my coffee
and wonder where
I went wrong
__________
If all I bring is my smile
will that be enough
I need to know
where you stand
The conductor of time
is asking
Stop or Go
so I ask
do you need more?
should I
stay or go
been riding
a long time
I'm hungry
and tired
is this my port
are those arms
for me
if all I bring is my smile
will that be enough
I need to know
The conductor of time
is asking
6 comments:
It's obvious you miss your son dearly. You are a good father. I can't imagine not seeing my kids every day. I cry every other weekend after there dad picks them up, so I can only imagine the pain you must feel.
On the second...A smile from a friend is always enough.
The image is outstanding, can't stop looking at it. Thanks for sharing.
Sandra, you are very welcome. I do miss C as I have for the last fifteen years. I miss the things I think most take for granted, such as just being in the same room, which you don't know how much you miss it, or how important it is until you know the sound of sitting in a room alone, with a chair empty that should be full, with a room silent that should have the noise and love of a boy. His bedroom sits just off from my office and I swear, not to sound too morose, the silence of that room, day after day, night after night, is like a tomb. Geez.
You have an amazing gift.
And if I was as talented a writer I'd be able to think of a word to describe it.
Tree,
You always send me off, drifting into a world where love and hope and grief and despair are crafted with such love and considerate placement, I get whisked away in whatever you're feeling too.
thank you,
--snow
Athena, from a poet of your stature, I take your very kind comments to heart and will take them to bed and play with them in my dreams. Thank you. And if you want to write a few more poems soon, I won't mind. ;-)
Snow, your comment makes my heart smile and I feel humbled. Thank you for reading and thank you for commenting and thank you for being you. :-)
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