Sometimes when sorrow overtakes you
until you can barely cope, the gods give
you a gift. Yesterday, my son came by
for a couple of hours and literally saved
the day.
We sat under the pine by the fountain
and shared a bottle of wine. The rain
poured down, but the tree broke the
raindrops enough that we were able
to stay yet another while.
You would have smiled, had you seen
us huddled under sarapes, 'round the
fire, and telling tales out of school.
What a gift! Caught myself thinking
about days of yesteryear, comforting
my little boy after a bad day in school,
some mishap, a fall perhaps. Amazing
how Father Time has turned to tables . . .
so loving my son
was only ten yesterday
but then so was i
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