On The Verge Of Adolescence
by Chris Sorrenti
Author's Note: Published (along with other poems) in the broadsheet: Reflections In A Time Machine (May 2003), Chris Sorrenti (Ottawa, Canada). Produced by Heather Ferguson.
still too young to grasp the inevitable
you pat that familiar place on the couch
a signal for me to abandon all
but what matters now
father and son snuggling under an old woollen friend
where silently I dread the day
you no longer feel comfortable in giving the sign
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Posted on 07/06/2013
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|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by George Hoerner on 07/06/13 at 12:46 PM|
So short but with considerable power. Nice!
|Posted by Rob Littler on 07/06/13 at 05:27 PM|
Nice flip on the usual image of the father's wisdom, knowing the day will come when the son no longer snuggles. I like this remembrance for that shift of perspective. 1993 was a very good year, Chris.
|Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 07/06/13 at 11:36 PM|
I used to dread that day...but now I have one still there and two on the other side who have found other 'signs' to indicate their desire to focus on the now. I treasure these times just as much as I did the snuggling.