My Man and my little man
walk before me, one voice soothing,
explaining, the other excited,
questioning, hanging on every word.
I know this, as later, perhaps weeks,
little man will recite, if not word
for word, then the essence
of what he gleaned from his father.
Moments like these are few, time
so fleeting. This treasure I'll store delicately
beside memories of other sweaty palms
and upturned faces absorbing his gentleness,
as I, even then, wiped tears from my eyes, thankful.
by Margaret Bednar, 11-19-2012
This is for my husband and Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, "Open Link Monday".