Thursday, August 22, 2019


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


Tank said...

Strong, warm and resilient more than old and worn I would think! Wonderful imagery

Janet Martin said...

I agree with Tank! like being there with all senses keened!

Dwight L. Roth said...

Very nice! Someone has said " Everyday above ground is a good day! Still Here! Still here!

Victoria Ceretto-Slotto said...

Such a tender moment in time written with the skills of a poet who really SEES things.

grapeling said...

wise, Jen ~

Laura Bloomsbury said...

I can smell the citrus in this poem and the moments are so vibrantly visual

Fireblossom said...

Still 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.

Mish said...

A tender moment of mother and son that resonates with me. I agree...if we are still here, we are blessed.

brudberg said...

This is such a great moment... all those small and tender moments, precious

Wendy Bourke said...

Wonderfully rendered and authentic Gratitude for the moment: palpable.

ms_lili said...

Breathing in strength is magic and there it is, everyday magic.
Jade Li/Lisa

Edit said...

This is so beautiful and tender … It touches the heart.

Grace said...

So sweet...inhale it. The children grow up so fast.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Been there too, and you captured the sweetness of the moment of self-realization and contentment.

Rajesh said...

What a wonderful way to thank the lord for the little joys of togetherness. May the creaky decks stay strong through all seasons.