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by Deb
Rated: E · Poetry · Parenting · #1979273
Contest entry for Ski Picture
Just A Boy

The air is crisp, cold, clear.
We are given a chance connection,
To take our relationship in a new direction.
Speeding down so near.

I watch his grace, his joy.
Wasn't it yesterday he was barely walking,
Not glaring and back talking?
He's no longer a boy.

I lose myself in thought.
My son is growing into a man.
I don't know what happened to my plan.
Suddenly, I don't know why we fought.

I've been sweating the little things.
An orange flash speeding by.
My heart swells I want to fly.
Enjoy now, see what tomorrow brings.

Suddenly I know,
God has brought us here.
To teach us to let go of the fear.
We can learn from this and grow.

I see a chance,
I set my ski's straight down the slope.
I feel a flicker, ... hope.
There is surprise in his glance.

I smile and glide by.
My son is laughing.
This man I am passing.
Thank you God, I sigh.

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