Pretending

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

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