Saturday, May 17, 2008

Son Poem

The Other Side

Young son, labeled,
as if with glue,
held in place
to look at, observe.
They have stuck him
in an enclosed classroom,
where every day
is special,
emotional control
weighted on top
of all else.

Fifteen children,
each the same
but different,
each very special
in their own way.
Three teachers,
highly trained
in methods of restraint;
of how to depress
the unpeeled.
I was also different,
the only single father
there, my delicate balance,
learning the art
of holding on.

We converse often,
each of us has a side.
I would inform
of all the negatives
that happened at home.
They would state
all the positives
that occurred at school.
We all have thoughts
that cling inside,
that are kept hidden,
about what is beneath;
the part adhering
to what is shown,
the part none of us
are able to see.

... remembering those more difficult times during his elementary school days five or six years ago.


MAYA said...

wonderful. And is that you and your son in the picture?
Your son is sooooooooo cute!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I knew that,you two have great smiles...

Your poem let me remember my past and now I'm thinkng about my father.....thank you!

Calder said...

Thanks for visiting Maya. Yes, him and I last Christmas. He's my little clone...haha.


LaLa said...

He sure is your little clone. It's great that he has such an involved Dad!

I miss you at Today In Seven. I hope the author comes back. It was a nice meeting place. :) Enjoy this awesome weather and 3 day weekend. Woo Hoo!

Tess MacKall said...

I could feel the rush of memory in your words. I'm in a place right now where memory is all I have. I envy you your ability to write them down and keep them safe.