Sunday, June 17, 2012

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.

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