Wednesday, September 30, 2009

On My Shoulders

by Justine C. Tajonera

When the world is bathed
in gold, I sometimes
that the sun is on
my shoulders.
My son watches his
shadow fall
before him
fascinated by the
play of dark
and light.

I look ahead, seeing
what my life has been,
worrying about what is
to come.
But there is always
a view from
behind my shoulders
that I hardly
ever bother
to see.

Turn around
one day.
You'll see
the one
who loves

(Sept. 30, 2009)

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