Most pictures and words from Anthony C Murphy

Friday, 10 June 2011

Go oN

Sometimes I think he has been listening since the womb
And I wonder if he will ever find the peace
Of those who care less
It may take a while
I remember when she said you tell him
And he bounded in
Golden headed
All smiles
He sat down
He paid attention to his dad
He always did
I said I am leaving
He crumpled
And now there are days
When he pats me on the back
That youth of me dry
Gone into him
He smiles
More or less
Things will pass
They just get locked
For a while
Like a glance
Like iced water

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