This poem was inspired by a memory with my son. I thought of this memory while I was battling my cancer, and the memory took on even more emotion, which I tried to capture in this poem. The poem was published in 2014.
Youth
I taste the salt on his brow as I kiss him,
he frowns and wipes his forehead,
my son,
nine years old, and too old for kisses,
and hugs,
but I can't help myself,
I rejoice in his aura,
breathe in the scent of bike rides,
and fishing trips to the river,
when life still new,
ever thankful for his presence,
reminding me what a blessing,
to remember the dreams of the young,
with winter soon closing in.
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