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
15 comments:
Strong, warm and resilient more than old and worn I would think! Wonderful imagery
I agree with Tank! like being there with all senses keened!
Very nice! Someone has said " Everyday above ground is a good day! Still Here! Still here!
Such a tender moment in time written with the skills of a poet who really SEES things.
wise, Jen ~
I can smell the citrus in this poem and the moments are so vibrantly visual
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.
A tender moment of mother and son that resonates with me. I agree...if we are still here, we are blessed.
This is such a great moment... all those small and tender moments, precious
Wonderfully rendered and authentic Gratitude for the moment: palpable.
Breathing in strength is magic and there it is, everyday magic.
Jade Li/Lisa @www.tao-talk.com
This is so beautiful and tender … It touches the heart.
So sweet...inhale it. The children grow up so fast.
Been there too, and you captured the sweetness of the moment of self-realization and contentment.
What 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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