A BOY WITHIN

 

A Boy Within

As he told of his life as a boy,

his eyes dripped sea and rain from long ago.

And when he stared far away at a place

lost to all but him, books and songs,

his lips mouthed words with an actor’s recall,

talking with voices that remain silent,

until they, in quiet moments, whisper

and shout, tumbling age as if it had no rule,

surfing the air through leaf and lane.

Then on my father’s face appeared a smile.

A smile that had escaped time’s keep,

tired perhaps, yet still full of devilment.

In that instance I saw the boy that he had been.

He was surprised when I put an arm round him,

as was I. He not expecting emotion,

and I expecting a boy,

as from my eyes,

dripped sea and rain from long ago.

9 thoughts on “A BOY WITHIN

  1. Nigel, I have to write straight away as this poem walked straight into my heart.
    I can feel and see this big and important moment when the boy sees the boy in his father and the father sees the man to be in the son.
    Your analogies are just so wonderful and many. Like a jewellery shop glittering.

    Yes, the last stanza is powerful but I also love ”
    A smile that had escaped time’s keep,

    tired perhaps, yet still full of devilment.

    In that instance I saw the boy that he had been. ”

    Thank you Nigel

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  2. What a special moment between father and son. Love that smile ‘full of devilment’. It’s those glimpses into who they were and who they became, what we’re a part of, that I find truly heartwarming. Wonderful write, Nige.

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