SHADOW ON A CURB

A boy I remember once sat on a curb,
On a warm, sunny, day over forty years ago I say.
Listening to the airplanes going by, fly so high,

Hands rested on his face, a street and a place far away.
He would stare from where he sat, a thinking child,
I remember him well when he lost that smile.
A car that no longer moved, the life in it lost,
Now the memory of a man whom sat at the wheel.
A place and a street that exists till this day,
A curb where once a boy no more dreamed and played.
What has faded now is a man and a car,
A boy whose aged more than a father whom at one time
Carried him on his shoulders.

Now from the trees, only a shadow on a curb you’ll see,
A memory of a boy whom sat and stared at a car driven
by a father whom he can no longer see.
Keith Garrett

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6 thoughts on “SHADOW ON A CURB

    • Thank you always. the shadow once was me. I use to sit there at my baby sitters. I stared across the street where i lived. my fathers car was just sitting there. I knew he was gone but i couldn’t understand it. I was seven, he was in heaven.

      On Mon, Apr 28, 2014 at 6:54 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:

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