Boy On a Bike
Is the distance from here to Laguna
any farther than birth to manhood?
You are a father now,and I live in Chicago,
thinking of you as the neighbor's boy
rides by on his bike,
mitt hooked on handlebars
like you once did.
I can get on a plane,
but that ache, for that you,
can only be reached by
remembering.
Beautiful poem. You're such a poet and I can just feel the love between each letter written.
ReplyDeleteRemembering sustains us.