This old photo of a boy at play reminded me of my son and inspired this poem:
Memories of him
When he was a child
Mimicking his dad, Tim,
Will always make me smile
He’s grown-up now
And I don’t see him as much
But I still smile at how
He loved old trucks
And he used to play
For hours on end
Back in the day
When he loved to pretend
E.A. Fussell
08/27/2018
E. A. Fussell 