I know the first hints of leaves
are the lightest green.
Yet they appear black
against the wisps of clouds
and a sky growing pale
just before darkening.
He comments on them
looking up from his bed,
and asks to leave the curtains open.
It sure is nice light, I reply
and stroke his hair.
His stillness is perfect
even as he turns his head
for me to brush his other cheek.
A father and son will argue sometimes —
but the morning and its disappointment
are forgotten
in the last light
of this day.
A good moment… ☼ tomas
Yes, beautiful. Warm Wishes, Tasha
nice perspective
One of my favorite films is Big Fish, and this reminds me a bit of that last scene when son reconciled with his father. Well imaged and written. Thanks for stopping by my blog, as well.
Your site is the my favorite. How do we know each other? Can we edit each others book?
Thank you so much for reading and taking the time to share your thoughts – it is a gift. Be well~
This brought tears to my eyes. So poignant. Thank you for sharing.