I can't face the worms

Posted by Lifer on 2001-September-28 20:52:06, Friday

A poem for my son.

I watch in wonder, at my son
as he darts off, at a run
He skids to a stop and squats down
to pick up the worms, on the ground.
Picking them up, with the giggest grin
Putting them in his pocket, as fast as he can.
He runs back to me, with his pockets packed
My heart is smiling, at this boyish act.
He shows his trophies, with innocent eyes
These magic moments, I hold deep inside.
He doesn't stay long, for there's much more to get
Though his pockets are bulging, he'll make them fit.
These are the days, I can only see in my mind.
For my life now, is at a difficult time.
I don't go out, after it rains outside
For I can't face the worms, that make me cry.

Lifer
I love you J.