My short poems about Tyler continue. Some I post on social media. Others have yet to be published anywhere. A number of folks have encouraged me to put these all in a book. I will work toward that end. I write these words in the early morning hours on my front porch, the world around me is still; just as he and I enjoyed our time together on his porch or our deck. This piece was originally titled, “Friends,” written the week of 28 August 2023.
Son and father
Never a bother
Nothing spoke louder
Than
Hey Dad,”
“Hey son,”
A call
A visit
A letter
Delivered with
Openness
Kindness
Candor
Honesty
Confidence that
What we had
Was unusual
Beautiful
An acceptance
Infectious
We both knew
The gift
And gave it
To each other
Deep and wide
Strong and secure
Beyond blood
We chose
We embraced
As friends.