Cool morning
Push mower
Shearing grass tops
Rhythmic motion
Mindless meditative work
Temperature rising
Air and body warming
Salty sweat
Beginning to flow
Clipper trimming
Stray branches
Inch-long thorns
Scratch and puncture
Unprotected arms
Blood mixing with sweat
Rake lifting
Leaves and twigs
From green carpet
Scent of mown grass
Fatigue setting in
Rest In cool shade
Remembering
A young boy
And his dad
Planting a garden
Work and play intertwined
Big boy
And little man
Sweating and dirty
Tired and happy
Mourning
Loss of a son
Pondering
What it is like
To be
Eternally
Nineteen
Memories
Scratch and puncture
Unprotected heart
Tears blending
With other fluids
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Bruno, that's a very touching poem. Joe will always be with you. When you cut the grass, during quiet times, during the fun times, and the hard times. When a certain song plays or something else grabs your attention and makes you remember Joe; he is there. He is telling you Dad, I am okay. I am here for you, and this song is to tell you I am doing fine and with you always. I think it is great that you honored Joe with this poem and were willing to share it with us. Take care. Love Katie
ReplyDeleteYour making me cry... that is so sweet.. Love you cuz!!
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