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this little man
by Charlie Morganas he coasted by me in the living room,
he mutters with aplomb, 'papaw, i love you;'
and he continues, 'papaw, i love you and
everybody in this family.' my fingers stop.
speaking of laurels; i want to rest on mine;
i want the world to hear, this little man loves!
i want to bronze the moment, have a woman find
him in his glory of love; before the light
in his veins goes out and turns to blood. 08/10/2011 Posted on 08/11/2011
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 08/11/11 at 01:54 AM Nice write Charlie and it is so true how quickly the brilliant shine of innocence becomes clouded and turns to rust as we age. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 08/11/11 at 04:48 AM These are the moments to capture, eh? I love this Charlie. You and your little man's heart. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 08/11/11 at 03:48 PM Charlie- you're a good man , a wonderful writer and, best of all; a loving "Zede"- Pawpaw. Your Grandson is very lucky. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/11/11 at 07:41 PM A delightful way to look at the innocence of such young love. |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 08/11/11 at 08:54 PM Ah, Charlie I do so love - and can relate to-that last incredible stanza. And as for you being a superb "papaw" I sure ain't surprised! |
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