Sunday, 23 February 2014

February dusk—
an eastward flight of ducks
wheels over Kew,
and my son is one day
into his adulthood

2 comments:

Magyar said...

...and always hold him in your fatherly eyes, as he is now. __Memories often become the
-present- if only an -instant-.

This I see here, Matthew. _m

Matthew Paul said...

Thanks for your wise words, Magyar - I always will.

Matthew