Father’s Days

I guess I thought things would look
different at forty-seven, that I’d be
farther along, better off, established
in some recognizable sense, settled.
Most days I feel the rev of seventeen.
But maybe that’s for the best since
my son is of that age. Maybe it will
keep us talking, not with our mouths
but our eyes, those glances that say
Everything’s on ahead, don’t be afraid.

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1 Comment

  1. Alison on June 2, 2014 at 6:05 pm

    Hey John, Interesting topic. Or maybe I’m just saying that because I feel the same! At a similar age, I feel that in many ways I’m waiting for life to begin; yet at the same time, people from my home town – a long long, many-continents way from here – think I’ve had the most fascinating full life. Reflecting on your words just now made me realise that if I had to (could!) choose to feel settled OR to have the bounce of young energy, I would have to take the latter… even though I long to feel settled. Maybe it’s for the best as you say. Enjoying your blog, Alison

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