The children poems 1 (Noah)

Golfing
father and
son on
a pristine sun 
washed
afternoon.

skittles in
my back
pockets

to help Noah

keep up

his golfing

modivation

ball struck
to the left
and then
to the right.

and then
back again.

 

holding hands

with my

son noah,


because it

feels like

magic running

through my 
soul.

no need

to keep 
score.
only me

trying
to keep
Noah 7
years old

as long 
as I can.

he has

a laugh
that lights
up a field.

he always

gives me

an unexpected
hug.
 
a kiss
just 
because.

forgetting the
game sitting
on the 
7th hole,
 
to watch
the ducks
swim and
skim for 
awhile.

me realizing.

there is no 
where else


I"d rather
 be in 
my life.

 

no other

day I would

rather of

lived.


 

 

 

.

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Comments

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Nicola Beckett

Sat 16th Jun 2018 04:04

More poems, looking forward to these x

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Hazel ettridge

Wed 13th Jun 2018 21:42

I'm looking forward to this sequence of poems. A little more substance to the love we have for our children - it's less of a mystery.

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