I couldn’t have related unless I lived it, and from this perch, the trade-off was well worth it. Another few years, give or take a few more, we’ll be rock-climbing. 😉 He’s given me fresh eyes. And I’m still writing.
Riding with your top off,
Climbing Colorado’s mountains;
We even drove through
That windy Wyoming.
You were bruised
Leaving Montana,
But were repaired
All the same.
Winter,
You must have favored.
When else
Had we spent such time together?
You powered all four wheels
With muscle to spare.
Up the trail, over the boulders,
Angles could not make you sway
Proved master of the curb;
No median forced our way.
Perhaps we’ll pass
On the road somewhere.
Maybe at first
It won’t seem fair,
But look in the backseat;
Meet him
And you’ll see
That there’s more to this
Than just you and me.
When he’s fifteen,
You two would make the pair,
But he’s a little guy
Growing inside.
Soon to burst forth,
An infant no less,
Who needs gentle warmth
Protection’s caress.
It’s not only to you
We say, “Good-Bye,”
But, through him,
It’s an exchange of Life.
‘Tis a new treasure;
A fresh climb that awaits
Taking patience
And a soft grace.
We will trade you,
Rock-Crawler,
To prepare for
A floor-crawler.
After he walks,
After he hikes,
Maybe we can meet again
To take on new heights.
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