To Zach (2011)

I wonder if it was ever real —

These etchings of a time

so far away, conceal

the whirlwind of Youth, the Crime

of this reality has made you and I Elderly.

I can no longer hear his voice —

clearly — it’s muffled.

But oh, I remember yours, I rejoice

in the moments you shuffled

on by in your Daddy’s cowboy boots —

your tufts of golden locks bouncing

and how your smile would bend

your face, and to our utter delight

As those Douglas brown eyes would send

Everyone who Still loves you, smiling at your elation.

A little boy in a 6’7 world –

The Hell I would gladly burn in to take away all your hurts.


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