Wednesday, February 07, 2007

That Pensive Smirk

I caught a glimpse of him in the backseat
staring out the window
chin tilted upward
blue eyes shining
hands patting the edges of his seat
He looked just like his father
sitting there with that pensive smirk
and for the first time
since his father died
I cried
with gratitute
for my son.


Blogger amanda said...

I love your poetry.

That's all I really have to say.

Thinking of you,

6:08 AM  

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