Staring out the window
the old man sees the picture:
laughter and smiles, these bodies still they
tackle and break and the ball
it floats between, less a joy than a symbol
of a father’s love–
he young, to full of life and love
for dearest son–
he still the younger, laughing, adoration still
he sees this game, a day, a week
and weeps upon the broken knees,
this weary flesh–oh time, time
has rotted;
there is no game for he, this is
Life, life he shall not have, nor give,
but still he looks to the growing faces
of the life beside,
and to this image can but smile–
in that child’s eyes
a word, a look are all he needs
to know the love, the deed–
he cannot do, but love can show
in other ways–
sometimes he just needs the reminder.
Oh these regrets, such bitter things–
thank God, thank God, that child
still smiles at me.
My latest contribution to the wonderful One Shot Poetry Wednesdays! Once you’ve had a look, check out some of the other One Shot Poets as well– they’re a skilled bunch of poets, looking to form a community and support one another. Enjoy!