Sample:
The Visit
You stand there
at the foot of the escalator
waiting with your welcome,
your silver hair
combed for a change,
a frayed back pack
slung across your shoulders.
Do you still carry Colgate’s in it
like the time you brought it home
for me to mend?
You – my Hippie son
who gave up modern amenities
but kept his teeth tantalizing clean.
I feel love
crush me with your hug
and drown in the blue of your eyes
that even now take in the scene
creating mental cartoons
waiting to be sketched.
A ripped pocket
sags from a faded shirt,
your hearty laugh spills out,
and I know why I have come.