The Poet's Touch |
“ … Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.” —Thoreau I watch from the kitchen window. My son, soon to don Cap and Gown settles against the old oak and stares into his minuscule world. The doting oak that cradled him in the swing … steadied his fingertips in the tree house now, comforts him. Beyond the river bank dulled berries and summer grass smells merge with dry autumn leaves. Cicadas break silence in farewells to the amber cloaked lad who fished into sunset and slept into dawn. One journey is over … another launches into new paths, new trials. With my grown son I, too, shall partake in a final ritual. Help me, Lord, to pass the test of letting go. |
Graduation |
© 2011 by Rita Goodgame. All rights reserved.
| by Rita Goodgame |
| Rita Goodgame has won an Arkansas Writer's Grand Conference Literary Award, prose/poetry first place awards in ByLine Magazine and The National League of American Pen Women, Pioneer Branch. Her work has also appeared in publications such as Women's World, Grandmother Earth, Soiree, Arkansas Democrat-Gazette, The Bulletin, International Old Lacers, Inc., and Our Arkansas ... Special Places, '09. |
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