Wearing Slippers On the Ice
Decked out and wearing slippers
Driveway ten miles high or so it seems
Icy and unrelenting
Why does my David think
we can make it through the moss?
We climb the cliffs or so it seems
Two sons, well a son and his friend,
see me almost meet my end
They’ve been staring out the pane
Are they teens at all?
I slip as if drunk ~
a winterwork’s wipeout
‘Fore I can blink
I’ve been set upright
betwixt the stately oaks,
carried into the comforting arms
of home
Sons are born, some come as a friend —
together they save a mother
from death’s humiliation and shudder
I think my David made it inside
He must have ‘cause he is by my side
The next uproar is our hearty laugh
as our car sits lonely at the bottom
awaiting tomorrow’s thaw
Things look prettier
behind the pane
and once again these young men
morph into teens
hiding in their cave
Like fairies at midnight,
no one believes they exist
to save you, reset your timeline
Boys grow up to be men
sometimes it shows
‘fore their time
and love grows for two sons -
one will stay,
the other’s the equivalent
of one snowflake ~
worth a dendritic cent,
a collectible
10/26/2020
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2020
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