Out of Reach
OUT OF REACH
grabbed my grandson from my arms
holding him way up high
like the lion king
as his father’s eyes waxed like a dazed moon
a stranger lifting his son
out of his reach
blest by this beguiling guest
the trainer of my wrestling son
dressed in colorful African garb
many would clamor to meet
up with Arturo, a treat
— the blessing of my grandson
my eyes misty with this mythical greeting
honored by this great man
who’d traveled with my only son
helping him to achieve a level of sport
out of reach, a stepping stone —
one that would make him known
5/17/2018
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