Sunday, March 25, 2012

On the Way to the Game




Dominic and his friend sit side by side
in the back of my van.

In a surge of elation he shrieks,
leans over the seat and 
nibbles on his friend's ear

as he's done often
since they were 3.
Now they're 11.  
Now his friend jerks free.
Yuuuuuuuuuuuck! 
Why do you do that?

My son's smile does a flip.

Because I love you, ya big idiot!
They turn to their windows, one left, the other right.
Only I see their smiles in the glass.

The boys too busy reliving what they just nearly lost:
A little more time on this well-marked road to the game.  



2 comments:

  1. Hi Ellen. I wish I'd discovered your blog earlier. Your poems are lovely. Every one of them. Best, Jack

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  2. Thank you, Jack. You're very kind. I started this about a month ago.

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