Friday, May 21, 2010

i remember

i remember
when, tired from the trail
i rode on my Papa's
strong shoulders

convinced myself
he wasn't balding but rather
growing back his hair

admired the scenery
yet ultimately fell asleep
lulled by motion

now i see my little son
pleased with the arrangement
riding on his Grandpa's
strong shoulders

history repeats
family ties bind close
joy floods