Your beautiful boy
Still lives in my head.
Running free
Across the blacktop.
Easy going
Towheaded
Sharp eyed
Quick smile.
Though
You keep watch
Over all of his years
I tend his fifth.
~kgm April 2021
I began writing poems in third grade. During adolescence I wrote the bulk of my words. Expressing that urge to be understood or maybe trying to understand my own feelings. I haven't written much in the past 15 years, but I need to thank my HS English teacher for continuing as long as I did. Thanks Mr. Jim Springer!
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