When We Were Twenty-five

When We Were Twenty-five

by

B.D. Adams  

When I was twenty-five,

     I gave birth to a boy!

An active, adventurous little boy

     with smiles that would melt any

        nasty, unhappy thoughts.

That’s what I remember.

When he was twenty-five,

     I was fifty years, his senior!

He still resided in The Big Apple,

     After he bounced from the Motor City,

         where we had once lived together.

That’s what I remember.

He will age thirty-eight on this birthday!

     What should I say? What is different?

My boy child is still active, still adventurous,

     as a man in his thirty-eighth year ...

        a man, a boy ... all the snips and 
           snails!

There are more remembrances to come!