there is a picture of us
on my desk
at the farm
fall
pumpkins
donuts
cider
you are almost two
you look serious
i look happy
tired
content
but the colors are perfect
as the leaves change
and i have my arms wrapped around you
fortunate to know
that you
are my son
and i
am your father.
Comments (8)
Beautiful.
I have similar pics like that too.. How time goes by so fast. This poem makes me all teary.
yep. This is good. I like it.
i hate the moments when you look at something like a photo and wonder “what if”…. or the small bits of something real… like the tiny bit of icing stuck to his chin, captured in a black and white photo… can you hear his giggles from the image?
Great poem!
great poem. the sentiment is priceless
wow!
it’s so simple. i can’t describe what it is exactly. but the realization or the idea is so familiar. nostalgia, and connections.