It’s been a score of years
yet more
since we met.
First netball court foes
then school class allies
heartaches and discos
slack through the Uni years
reunited through
wedding weekends away.
And now
babies’ later
I see you afresh
sitting on tiny chair
conversing with my son
as the centre of his
three year old world.
He’s beaming
and so is my heart.
Inspired by EW chatting with my son
Category: son
first light
First light
earlier and earlier
boys still sleeping
you curled
within the folds
of my limbs
cradled
enwrapped
protected.
The warmth
of love
glows.
Inspired by early mornings
of such you
The more I see our son
grow and prosper
even at the tender age of three
the more I understand
only you could be his daddy.
Only you could produce
a boy of such sparkle
of such adventure
of such giving
of such
You.
Inspired by: family time
actually
Actually
you intrigue me now
even more dear husband.
Now he has come from you.
From your slightly scruffy beard
and slightly too long hair
ruffled brow
and middle aged tum.
Actually
I love you more dear husband
when I think of our wonderful son.
The qualities that you gave
and now encourage.
Those parts, that perhaps
time has unfairly faded in you.
Another chance, another chance
has been given.
A way back to yourself again.
A true you
unburdened by time.
inspired by snoozing husband and son