the son

the son
is coming into town.
girl friend too.
it's been years since I've
seen him.
felt his hand in mine,
kissed his cheek.
was it yesterday
that I rocked him to sleep.
read to him,
helped him
with his homework,
argued, or threw a ball
across the yard
into his hands.
the son is coming into
town,
his girl friend
too.
there are small joys
in the world
and there are large ones.
this would be
the later.