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priceless
by Charlie Morganslipping on his new tennis shoes,
i know the feeling, he's Jesse Owens
as he toddle-races around my room.
careful to lean into the curve around
the bookshelf, dodging the coffe table,
around and thru the double-faced fireplace,
back around the other end of the bookcase.
a few times for him, a hundred for me.
once i wore his shoes, once it was i
who danced past my daddy, then it was i
who leaned into the furniture curve,
into the other room, then back again.
a few times for me, a hundred for daddy.
i know the feelings of both: priceless. 06/14/2008 Posted on 06/15/2008
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 06/15/08 at 12:17 AM Mmmmmm. I love the way you pull the past, present and future into your work these days. |
| Posted by Maria Francesca on 06/15/08 at 04:58 AM sweet...gave me a flash-back of my toddler playing in my bookshelves, about 16 years ago. Thanks for the smile --nice work! |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 06/15/08 at 07:22 AM My boy always head-planted the corner of that dang coffee table! This does evoke the memory of him toddling around and around and around! MFS |
| Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 06/20/08 at 05:03 PM Brilliant. Great memories of chasing my three around. Cheers Charlie. |
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