A curtain of birds
slights the silver bay light.
June vines vault the hedge
with berry blossoms and thorns.
Our son’s offered work, and
my coffee’s warm as the sun.
I’ll seek counsel
to deal with happy.
A timely God
is all we ask,
an Eternal Smile
is how He answers.
This parenting thing
covers the world,
uncovers the heart,
discovers the real.
My father would say,
“So soon old, so late
smart,” The walk sign
is flashing at the crossroad of joy.
