Ellory Mace

Rookie (1956)

Son - Poem by Ellory Mace

Railways are magic and
So is a station platform,

for your Son to arrive

Trains roll in,
opening their doors,
mixing people that

you watch while standing
and then

There he is,
your hand's up there
in a split second

before you greet and kiss
big boy

@ home you sit
at the table of his childhood
and talk

like men being
Father and

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Comments about Son by Ellory Mace

  • Rookie - 8 Points Callie Carroll (6/4/2008 8:56:00 PM)

    A warm picture of a grownup relationship I hope to have with my son also. The beginning is especailly nice. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 4, 2008

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