Father & Son

I’m reminded of “Lolita” where Humbert Humbert

Talked of his obsession (so exquisite)

And argued there’s an unspoiled retreat in her mind

That he will never be allowed to visit.

There’s a similar garden inside my autistic son’s head

Which entering I’m often denied

But sometimes the wrought iron gate there swings open

And I’m allowed a glimpse inside.

While watching a PBS show on aging, I asked:

“Jeremy --- am I young or old?”

“Old,” he said without the slightest hesitation.

His attitude added I was told

This with utmost certitude --- Jeremy had

Absolutely not a single shred of doubt.

Thanks, kiddo, for weighing in on this …

And straightening your old man out.