When
the air is fresh
you
feel it: you get stronger
with
each breath.
Your
son
is
slicing oranges
and
it’s so sweet—
he’s
so sweet—the scent
of
his golden-brown hair
warm
with sun.
The
old deck creaks a bit
as
you walk on it,
cracked
and weather worn
as
you are,
but
still here,
still
here.
©
2019 Jennifer Wagner
Strong, warm and resilient more than old and worn I would think! Wonderful imagery
ReplyDeleteI agree with Tank! like being there with all senses keened!
ReplyDeleteVery nice! Someone has said " Everyday above ground is a good day! Still Here! Still here!
ReplyDeleteSuch a tender moment in time written with the skills of a poet who really SEES things.
ReplyDeletewise, Jen ~
ReplyDeleteI can smell the citrus in this poem and the moments are so vibrantly visual
ReplyDeleteStill here! I often think that about myself, as years go by. And YOU are here, which is wonderful for those who love to read your poems.
ReplyDeleteA tender moment of mother and son that resonates with me. I agree...if we are still here, we are blessed.
ReplyDeleteThis is such a great moment... all those small and tender moments, precious
ReplyDeleteWonderfully rendered and authentic Gratitude for the moment: palpable.
ReplyDeleteBreathing in strength is magic and there it is, everyday magic.
ReplyDeleteJade Li/Lisa @www.tao-talk.com
This is so beautiful and tender … It touches the heart.
ReplyDeleteSo sweet...inhale it. The children grow up so fast.
ReplyDeleteBeen there too, and you captured the sweetness of the moment of self-realization and contentment.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful way to thank the lord for the little joys of togetherness. May the creaky decks stay strong through all seasons.
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