My Son (A Poem)
I watch him walk away, That son of mine, A piece of me much younger, Now getting older, Causing me to count my remaining years. Memories of your first breaths, Arms and legs flailing in […]
I watch him walk away, That son of mine, A piece of me much younger, Now getting older, Causing me to count my remaining years. Memories of your first breaths, Arms and legs flailing in […]
The cardinal has never said to the sky,”How is it that I embrace you?
Yet strong is the warrior who can live his life to see his dreams born on the other side of the window, who can strive for summits that exist on the other side of the wall.
Loud is the voice of memory, shaking both the flesh and the heart of a warrior who’s left his sword and shield out beyond the gates of his Thermopylae.
n 36 hours
Things will go back to how they were meant to be,
And flames will be united on a single candle.
“Soon, I will begin another countdown to our next encounter. I will do my job, and do it well while trying not to get lost in the fact that I will not be eating dinner […]
Until that moment when your light burst through the clouds
Holding me tightly in your array,
Speaking to me slowly in ways I could not understand.