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running and worrying
by Charlie Morganhe's running. whereever he is,
he's running.
on my screen saver, he's running.
a reminder of love.
on the back porch of the baby sitter's home,
he's running.
to meet me at the restaurant,
he's running.
finally he stops.
looks across the lake,
pointing at the boats, they're all his.
"my boat."
then he's off running to the stairs.
climbs, and tells me: "wait here papaw."
and i do. he turns to see if i waited.
i did. but,
i tell him grown-ups worry.
he says, "don't worry papaw."
and turns back to the stairs.
looks back. just making sure.
will there ever be a day
papaws across the world
don't worry?
probably not. 10/20/2008 Posted on 10/20/2008
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 10/20/08 at 08:17 PM Of course not. Never. Ever. Even when you're done with your body, you'll be crossed over, looking after him. He just won't be able to see you wave as easily. We should invent a "see-it-through-the-veil" flag. We'd be millionaires. |
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