Seeing now and then
the photo of the pool-eyed
little boy you were, secure
in your mother’s
willowy arms of iron
upholding you, I remember
again the grace of the arc
your older body flew in
after unfeeling arms
surrounded you, and down
into the deep end
I threw you in - never
to forget, forever
to regret
your tender
disappointment
and hurt in the sinking,
fleeting moment
our eyes met.
Originally published in the Tipton Poetry Journal.
Explanation from the writer: The poem was inspired by the memory of throwing my son Nicolas into a swimming pool when he was seven or eight years old (he's now 25). Interestingly, the springboard for writing the poem was a photo of my wife holding Nick very securely with both arms when he was just shy of two years old. The marked contrast between a wonderful photo of mother and son and a father's regrettable memory fueled the writing.
James Keane lives in northern New Jersey, USA with his wife and son and a menagerie of merry pets. His poetry chapbook, What Comes Next, was published in 2013 by Finishing Line Press. His poems have appeared recently in WINK: Writers in the Know, the Tipton Poetry Journal, vox poetica, and Whispers.
Interesting piece.
ReplyDeleteDear James,
ReplyDeleteI think your boy understands, I feel a lot of love between these lines.
Best wishes,
Inge
very thoughtful piece
ReplyDeleteVery good catch 22 James
ReplyDeleteKnight Writer
Your poem expressed the regret that all parents feel about a time in raising our children when we did the wrong thing that continues to haunt.
ReplyDeleteCaryl
Thank you all very much for your comments. They are much appreciated.
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