FOR DENIA ON TURNING THIRTY-NINE

YOU KID, YOU

Don’t tell me you are 39,

Only yesterday you were six,

Skinny and smiling

As you ran

Fast as you could

At the field day races

And I screaming

Loud as I could,

“Run Denia, Run!”

You probably didn’t hear me,

But the other parents

Standing next to me stared

With eyes lobster-wide.

They knew who

I was rooting for.

It’s you, kid.  It’s you.


SEA GLASS PEOPLE - 
Portraits in Words and Watercolors
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