Pensively one Christmas

"Saw Dad yesterday,"
'Oh yes?' I put an
ornament on the tree
"it was a bit awkward,
didn't know I was back".
My startling boy,
young and strong,
the first one home
for the festive season.
"He doesn't even pretend
that he doesn't give a ****".

So much and so little to say
you have to keep your peace,
its a double edged sword.

This is my gentle boy
who once punched his father
in front of his work colleagues,
who plays the piano like an angel,
who sings when he's happy,
life and soul of a party,
a born entertainer,

At a dance will always be
found by the band, joining in,
taking centre stage.
Aged eight in some tourist
dive in Paphos, charming
the cabaret lady.
first in the 100 metres,
wiry and fast, always picked
in Rugby because no one
could catch him, he and his
twin a formidable pair.

No one should face rejection,
Somehow I think
his father has lost far more
than he will ever realise
and perhaps his loss
will be my greater gain.





Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-12-15 at 17:32

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shells
A lovely honest piece laid bare, you have to give to receive, you and your son have done both.
2013-12-17


countryfog
A ghost of Christmas past . . . holidays can be just damned hard. What a beautiful gift your son is, and you to him.
2013-12-16



I am genuinely moved by this. Your pride is wonderful, and your pensiveness seems natural under the circumstances.

You do have a way of getting to the heart of the matter. I seem to dance around it, but never quite get there.
2013-12-15