Ellory Mace

Rookie (1956)

Son - Poem by Ellory Mace

Railways are magic and
So is a station platform,
waiting

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
Son

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Comments about Son by Ellory Mace

  • Rookie - 5 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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