Father Of My Son Poem by Jay L. Morris

Dark and cold it was,
very cold for September's center
In an alley, in a corner
huddled, all but naked against the brick.
Saw I, myself, cowed and beaten,
eyes closed hard from terror; fear.
My body shivered vainly as I drew nearer.
I paused to scan this hapless case.
But the night wrapped dark about us,
this alley little light had known.
My limbs are numb for the cold
The me I saw, was very, very old.
These tears have come straight from the heart
fearing the terror of the long cold night.
knowing no earthly relief, oh,
come the dawning, morning light