October 10, 2012 — growing up, son
I shield his eyes to ward off the image
a doe on the side of the roadway, who did not win.
My son fights me
peeling back my fingers
eager to see, yet not.
My last boy spends his summers with me
in the countryside
far from friends and foe.
I’m unable to accept that he is moving on
and opening his eyes to continue
his journey beyond me.
We still have years before he travels off.
Passing no more obstacles
I pull up the laughter
drenching myself in his smiles
denying that college will call him.
Then he too will drive on.