The vivid images
of summer's sweetness
sitting beside the lake
poetry from your lips
Shelley, Blake
echo in my mind
you will be home soon
Watching how the wind
tousles and teases
his sandy golden hair
Oh, how I long for you to be here!
Watching how his smile
increases with his stride
Such a strong heart
with tenderness inside
a perfect combination
in the complicated blueprint
of creating a life
He's rounding the finish
you would be so proud
Tears fill my eyes
I see you in the crowd!
That slow and steady nod
I can feel your pride
He is our son
we say silently
as his legs cross the line
The crowd's cheering
dies down after some time
I don't know where you've gone
but I am calm
a stolen copyrighted line
Later, much later
watching him write
pencil in hand
just like his father
writing another sonnet
under the old willow
I still miss the scent of you
on my sheets and pillow
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