Today's muse:
Mama's Losin' It#3. Write a poem for the boy in your life.
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On Your Birthday Your faded worn jeans were a testament
to the miles you drove on your knees,
pushing your tiny metal cars over quilted mountains.
Your never-ending wonder of our world
produced a constant hail of questions,
never satisfied by the answers that were given you.
Your stoic bravery in accepting your fate
is a glowing beacon to each of us,
giving guidance and strength from beyond the stars.
4 comments:
Monica...
I have the distinct feeling that this poem is about a loved one...probably very young that was not able to live out his dreams...very sad but a wonderful testament to his life.
Dan
Dan ... thankfully not my own, but the child of a close friend who died before he was three. It was quite a few years ago, and they are dealing well with it, but he is fondly remembered by everyone.
Monica...thanks for letting me know...it is always so hard to get over something like this but as I said...you have written a wonderful epitaph and I am sure the parents are thankful.
Dan
nooo,,
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