The Boy in Car
Small arms with big hands
wrap around my neck.
leaving for far away lands
I lean in and give him a peck
I hope he knows,
from the books I read him,
from days spent at play,
from band-aids over crimson,
from the hugs given day after day.
Even if,
I left the impression intended,
Even if,
He knows that I care,
Even if,
The mistakes have been mended,
Even if,
I was always fair,
Will the pain of watching him go,
ever go away?
Will he even remember?
Will I have made a difference?
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14 years ago
this poem is very heart felt. I found myself reading it twice to better understand, not that its confusing but it just made better sense of it for me. good job, i really enjoyed this.
ReplyDeleteThanks Gandalf! I am glad you enjoyed it.
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