finally

the child that thought was grown that i
thought had gotten through gotten past
gotten over... the same child i mourned the
loss of and that was buried so many years
ago, the child whose memory, thought, and
feelings i've carried for so many long years,
the child that i thought was grown that i thought
had run away so far in my past that he could be
forgotten, the child that was left alone, his scars
can still be seen his wounds still bleed his heart
still aches his cries can still be heard. the child
I thought was grown, has finally come home.


7.25.2006

Accepted for publication in 'A Treasure of American Poetry' ISBN: 0-9743429-8-X
by the League of American Poets