Sunday, April 4, 2010

Adult Children

Whose child descends the staircase casting longer and longer shadows
As you blink into the light?

Anxious for touch, ever fleeting,
And like a current of air, he is out the door,

Stepping into a day of which you won't see the end.


anno said...

Beautiful. Would be hard to say it any better.

Betsy said...

You know, I meant to comment on this one last week and got distracted. (sorry.) This was beautiful-- it gave me chills both times I read it!