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one law you can't repeal;water has no color
by Charlie Morgani see sunsets, young lovers do too.
waist deep awaiting his lunge into the pool,
he asks, 'Papaw, are you an old man?"
i grin, for a few chewable moments,
i rinse them around in my mind's mouth.
'naaawhhh, Papaw's not old. your Mama
and your Daddy are young people. And
you told me you weren't a baby, and so
that just makes me older...now i tease
about being an old man, but i'm not,
i'm just teasing.'
'yeah, you just teasin', Papaw.'
i bask in a glory not deserved but welcomed.
i await every jump, knowing he's digested
jumping, near-diving, swimming and rolling
the crystal ball of processing ideas of life. 07/08/2009 Posted on 07/08/2009
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kris Mara on 07/10/09 at 09:41 PM sometimes it's hard to figure out who is teaching whom, huh? I think I've learned more from the four year olds I know than what I've ever been able to teach them...and I cherish that...and cherish your words here...I'm not sure I've ever been able to convey just how much... |
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