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and what did he do for me?
by Charlie Morganlittle feet, once held in a meshbag of love,
now patter the sidewalk, as well as the den.
his 36in. frame. a rocket leading with a grin;
oblivion to adulthood, his aimless badge of honor.
"livy, wait for me," his feet churn; his head down;
"livy, wait for me." yards to miles to years he runs.
i owe someone for this 'theatre-door-to-life' play.
and the seats are front row; i must know somone!
alas, it'll last for several years, tho' one time later,
a single player will take the stage, be center.
i watch my genes in jeans running thru moments
of memories i packed-away for worth in my old age.
i agree with him that he's a big boy, drying his tears
with my shirt's tail, his soul i dry with Papa's love.
04/24/2010 Posted on 04/24/2010
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 04/25/10 at 03:05 PM And how could he be any more fortunate than to have you as a grandfather? Really great write Charlie. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 04/26/10 at 12:34 AM As a grandmother; you've said a mouthful. This piece touched my heart- thanks for sharing. |
| Posted by Ryan Nardi on 04/27/10 at 02:32 AM Can I just copy and paste this whole thing into a quotation of my favorite part? Sentimental in all the right ways, and just enough playfulness to compliment the aged point of view with the persistence of a youthful spirit. |
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