Saturday Afternoon

Eighteen years pass
wrapped in dreamscape
silently suffering
a choice made
but never regretting
the path known since he began
where I was to bare
and they were to be there
as he grew to a man.
Eighteen years have passed
between the first days
and the coming moment
we will meet again
eye to matching eye.

© River Urke

2 Comments Add yours

  1. slpmartin says:

    A thought provoking poem River.

  2. Sheila says:

    wow, River. I had no idea. I am glad it went well. This has given me goosebumps again and again!

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