Prodigal Pop

A curtain of birds

slights the silver bay light.

July vines vault the hedge

with berry blossoms and thorns.

 

Our son’s back to work, and

my coffee’s warm as the sun.

I’ll seek counsel

to deal with happy.

 

A timely God

is all we ask,

an eternal smile

is how He answers.

 

This parenting thing

covers the world,

uncovers the heart,

discovers the real.

 

My father would say,

“So soon old,

so late smart."

The walk sign is flashing

at the crossroads of joy.