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- Story Listed as: True Life For Adults
- Theme: Family & Friends
- Subject: Poems & Songs
- Published: 04/11/2015
My Nephew
Born 1945, M, from Rego Park, NY 11374, United StatesHe’s up there, I’m down here.
The frayed airwaves floating from the stairs
disturb my thoughts.
My mischief or his?
The questions tramp their muddy feet
through my brain. As if in answer,
he comes padding down the stairs.
I grunt, he sighs, but no words come.
I want connection, but stay frozen.
I want to pounce on him--
to ask about Jesus and nature.
He moves about, steering clear of me;
pops a cookie, hums a few notes.
The walls and floor move in to listen
for some noteworthy communication.
The rafters hang in suspense--Speak!
The moment passes--
He is at the computer.
He is outside, tossing a frisbee.
I can see him through the window.
I read my book.
I have given up.
My Nephew(Godfrey Green)
He’s up there, I’m down here.
The frayed airwaves floating from the stairs
disturb my thoughts.
My mischief or his?
The questions tramp their muddy feet
through my brain. As if in answer,
he comes padding down the stairs.
I grunt, he sighs, but no words come.
I want connection, but stay frozen.
I want to pounce on him--
to ask about Jesus and nature.
He moves about, steering clear of me;
pops a cookie, hums a few notes.
The walls and floor move in to listen
for some noteworthy communication.
The rafters hang in suspense--Speak!
The moment passes--
He is at the computer.
He is outside, tossing a frisbee.
I can see him through the window.
I read my book.
I have given up.
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