"Thankful" - A Poem for my Husband

Thankful

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".