How Astounding Men’s Love Is (Revised) Poem by Margaret Alice Second

My son played imaginary guitar at the steering wheel
while driving to work – marginally better than turning
his steering wheel from left to right to the beat of
the music; when he got out I drove home listening to
French conversations recorded for my edification and
to which he refuses to listen

Picking him up after work I told him about the Dutch
Queen Beatrix abdicating, the Crown Prince was to be
crowned King; my son showed no impression, making
sarcastic remarks like how much he appreciated my
information – without which he could not have lived
down being bereft this uselessly ‘important’ news

I laughed, driving with Tiaan makes life seem such an
adventure, he imitates old men emphasising certain
words, at age seventeen his joie de vivre is irrepressible,
his dad watches him with the care of a mother hen to
make sure nothing untoward befalls him just as he is
on the brink of a wonderful life – what love there is

In the heart of a father, my dad gave his pension to my
younger brother; my beloved would bring the sun, moon
and stars to our son if required – such passionate love,
yet when the kids were babies, how little his interest –
I had to carry both – one on each hip – when we were
camping but today their dad loves them so much

How astounding a man’s love is!

9 May 2013