always my little boy

Ancient black sharpie scribbles
disrupt the shine
of my old oak table.
I smile,
remembering you then.

1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. Johnny Alexander
    Jan 14, 2016 @ 17:27:40

    A lovely sentiment, Mims.
    The timelessness of time…

    Reply

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