Day 28 of 30 Poems/30 Days

‘My child, my boy, my son’

They press their lips,
kisses for my child
and my boy smiles.

They tickle his feet,
underneath the skin,
to the root of his years.

I am his father,
standing afar,
waiting for the boy
to runaway.

Waiting for him to realize
I am only his age,
only larger,
smile faded,
dying away.

I tell him:
“You own too much of me boy,
you have too much of my heart.”

He smiles,
and that’s enough;
something I’ll carry back with me,
back to God.

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